This is My America

This is my America.

I wake up each day, grateful, 

knowing my great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers
traveling to this land from across wide seas
not knowing if they could build a life
but opportunity lay ahead
and nothing but persecution lay behind
and they took their Adonai with them
bundled in miniature handmade scrolls
and velvet head coverings.

Knowing that my husband’s ancestors came long before that
either forced onto ships in shackles
for hard lives of brutal labor
or fleeing green hills barren of food
to come here and find plentiful bounty
but hatred still
No Irish signs popping up like
hillside clovers in store windows.

Knowing that my children carry this with them, and more
because their own grandparents,
their father’s familia,
moved here from warmer southern lands
following the trails of San Father Serra
up into Los Angeles
blendings of Latino heritage and cultures,
from California to Texas.

This is my America.

One household, united under God,
With liberty and justice for us all.

Clouded

Foggy, hazy, clouded mind, I’m yelling
I hear myself screaming, growling
at who? The nameless forces
blocking what I know
must be done. Says who?
Why must it, again?
What’s so important
about any of the trappings of time
the trivial travails of the everyday
that I turn on them, fierce and
fearful? To be feared?
The clouds part and clarity and sanity return and I know being loved is
so much sweeter than feared.
So why do I start swinging
angry and arrogant
when the foggy cloudiness of insanity descends?

PARLIAMENTARIAN PARENTING

Welcome to my world…

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The Co-Chairs recognized the Honorable Eldest Daughter, who introduced a measure to amend dinner by easing ice cream restrictions & lifting the Salad Mandate.

The Distinguished Junior Daughter seconded & the Amendment was debated on the floor. The Kitchen Cabinet testified that the Motion was out of order & the Subject was tabled.

The Discipline & Rules Committee issued findings on the effectiveness of “time-out” sequestering & recommended the further study of grounding alternatives.

An emergency funding request for toys was vetoed by the Executive Council due to a failure to adhere & comply with homework regulations in a consistent, orderly & timely manner.

A symbolic non-binding resolution to extend fixed limits on television monitoring was passed by the Child Caucus without comment.

A House Member was censored for violating the “no name calling” provisions of this afternoon’s Sibling Ceasefire Agreement.

The Proposal to adjourn for bedtime was filibustered &…

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Together

This is what marriage is – I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. Time to let me charge into battle while you lay down your arms. Time to stand together, forever braided intertwined.

Cytherean Dreams

Together means your demons
become mine, and I gladly
pick up my sword and
charge into battle, for you.

Together means my charges
become yours, and you gladly
lay down your arms and
nurture them, for me.

Together means we stand linked
our shared destinies binding
into a cosmic path of fire
burning bright ahead, for us.

Forever together, yours mine ours,
braiding intertwined, without end.

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Seaweed

Cytherean Dreams

My daughter is the sea, her hair

kelp and briny tangles washing

through with dirt and starfish.

I give my devotion to her, to sit

and brush her hair, untangle

the seaweed so

She can shine, all on her own.

Green emerald iridescence under

frothy waves of turmoil.

I give my life to her, to keep

the sharks at bay, protecting

her beauty from their jaws.

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One Day

You’re perfect,
because of this one day.
Because you can rise
and live with us
and love with us
and bring more joy
to our lives and our home
and be our chaperone
when we need one
and step aside
when we need to lead
and keep your own life
even while sharing ours.
It’s not just the one day
coming soon, next year,
when we’ll join our lives
with legal vows.
It’s every day until then,
and every day after,
each one, one day.

Miracles

As this eclipse and this poem came up in my poetry group this week, it seemed like a good time to re-blog this…

Cytherean Dreams

A dying man
elderly and frail
looked into the sky
through dark glasses
and saw
for the first time
the moon’s shadow
passing over our sun.
On his last day
of conscious thought
he saw, here,
the new,
and learned
and felt the joy
of discovery
from his deathbed.
His final words were
prophetic and pure,
Miracles and wonders,
marveling at the glory
of the moon
eclipsing the sun.
And I, at his funeral,
heard this story
remembered marveling
at the eclipse
with my young daughters,
and knew he had
as close as life can come
to a perfect ending.

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