When you least expect it
The world closes in.
What may be the very edges of the universe
And the You
That holds the marionette strings
Of the family
Suddenly seems too big
That you’ve filled up the family
With too much of You
And not enough them
And somehow —
with all of your big-ness
you can’t even see the part of you that you want to stand up the most.
You are form
you are body
you are calendars and rules and reminders
But where is the You that ached for these babies?
Where is the pool of pure love
That fuels you but gets lost beneath the turning wheels?
As the moments fly
And the wheels turn faster
That there is room for all of (Y)ou.
All of the pieces
No matter how broken and fragmented
To the love.
The strings don’t need to be held
When you remember:
A family pours freely and truly
Right from a mama’s heart.