Thank you, Mommy

Mommy, thank you for teaching me how to love by loving me. Here is a poem for you that doesn’t even begin to describe how grateful I am that you, dreamer, nurturer, listener, seer, helper, encourager, are my mommy.

I love you.Mommy & Me

Thank You

Proverbs 31:26-30

She opens her mouth with wisdom,                                                                                and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.                                                            She looks well to the ways of her household                                                                and does not eat the bread of idleness.                                                                         Her children rise up and call her blessed;                                                                     her husband also, and he praises her:

“Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”


Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

Your biceps built from tending

Babies could out-last Captain America.

The crows-feet around your hazel eyes

Gather when Miah calls you “Gran-Merry.”

Burn scars on your forearms

Show how many times you made Buddy cinnamon rolls.

Your waist length, curly grey hair

Tickles my nose with every good night hug.

Stirring potato soup,

You ladle out love.

Pouring me a cup of Maxwell House,

You know I like two sugars.

Reading library books aloud,

You taught me to stay awake.

The work truck sounds like a hit-and-miss engine,

But you showed me how to drive a straight-shift.

I can taste Ivory soap when I smell it,

But my words come out slower.

My strong will, stubborn tongue frustrated you,

But you never called the game

And threw your hands up like a referee.

Thank You, Daddy

These words open a door on a piece of my heart that I didn’t realize Daddy had molded until I wrote them.

Happy 58th Birthday, Daddy! Thank you for showing me and giving me love so that I know what it really looks like.

A Girl Named Joy

I.

The sun burned
I could see the tractor in the field
Daddy waved, standing by the hay bailer
My pudgy hand pointed to my hair
It looked like Princess Leia pigtails
I jumped, returning the wave with excitement
To me,
We came to the hay field just to show Daddy my hair
I’m sure that wasn’t the case
I didn’t care

He saw me
And smiled

II.

My phone rang from its perch on the windowsill
My heart hiked into my throat
The cool, front porch air chilled my fingers
I recognized his number
The boy who never wrote me back
He asked how I was doing
Words flew from my mouth
Mumbled and mixed together
Felt like shrapnel coming through my throat
Creating grey confusion
I told him why I called earlier
Putting my hurt heart into words
Saying, “I forgive you,” shook me
He stopped, listened, but he had to go
I said goodbye for the last time
I know how I deserve to be loved