Some

Somehow Mardi Gras makes me remember her more than does Mothers' day. She died on Mothers' Day ~~ and was so alive to Fat Tuesday. . . .

jc Something deeply kind as rain is kind and bright like sun sparkling on running water Constant, like the love of robins for each other for the fledgling As strong as a hawk's wing is strong meeting the edge of air As brave as parenting: what's loved can always be lost Quick as laughter Tender as song Good and loving friend I'm sorrowful you are gone The simple pain of breathing in a world where you are not Yet choose, yes choice, to see you free and riding wild and clear again Wholly yourself, spark among spark, along the ringing marges of the nebulae waiting for us to come home ♥

jjl
5/20/2007