Thanks Sam’s Spaghetti

My Weekend…

Coming home to me, softly key

This week has opened something free

Not Mother’s Day here, not today

Yet mothers are held in every way

I celebrate the hearts that stay

Long after children walk away

The women who held love so long

Even when life turned fierce and strong

I’ll walk through nature every day

Grounding my soul where wild things sway

The trees, the breeze, the earth, the sky

The place where all my selves untie

Maybe cinema, maybe Prada too

A little devil breaking through

Chillin

Billin

Softly thrilling

And somewhere underneath it all

I hear myself at last recall

A mother is not all I’ve become

Just one bright thread in all I’ve spun.

Vianne Armour The stranger Mark Crutchfield Shadow Whimsy - Steph Damien