for your mom and mine - connections

beneath my breast
my heart races -
aches with intensity
I clutch at memories
some yours, hers
tangled with mine

I see you two-stepping
your life dancing in front of me
the scenes I imagine
cause a melancholy
to rise up inside me
in ways I can’t find the words for
only emotions
beyond my comprehension
wound around love
sight unseen

on my left my mum
the girl she was
beckons me to tell her story
on the right you hold my attention
marigolds in your hair -
a baffling connection

who am I?
who were either of you?
I cannot see the fullness of the past
have words too few to do us credit
love you - is all I can say.

*

love,
Eaton

clarity of vision

I read you word for word
from first thought
through your dreams
and nightmares

each comma

period
intimate cough

every time you slept
wept
kept going for appearance sake

saw your photographs
meaningful wrinkles and
the blank spaces of lovers
who left no trace.





love,
Eaton

read between the lines

      

  read between the lines

she’s young

filled with yearnings

inexperienced

eager

determined to achieve her goal

step by step  

nimble fingers

shape and cut the

fabric of dreams

glue and persistence

piece it all together

          delighted because it is what

she had hoped for from the

first scant idea

little girls know no boundaries

don’t always think of difficulties

that may prevent them realizing

their dreams

grown girls often lose their way

drowned out by the voice of reason

the caution of doubt

and fear of failure.

                    *


this is for and about my ten year old daughter...and myself. :)


love,
Eaton

Haiku

*

breath of life...
sun's warm rays dusting
each flower head
*


love,
Eaton

Haiku

*one of my most favorite photos*

pale moonlight...

leaves flirting with the breeze

morning all too soon


love,
Eaton