Liam's Grandma or Maggie in Real Life

Giving Thanks

  Stress-fractures etch their history in her face As the sun rises and shows its bountiful display.

The days are easier when she greets them with joy In preparation for the daily harvest - A yield that often causes her weakened frame to buckle and crack beneath the weight of the chaff.

Blinded with the onslaught of evening,  Her day's take sometimes good, sometimes bad, and Weary and groaning beneath the earthly tides, She kneels in exhaustion and bows her head Giving thanks for all there is, was, and is to come.
Copyright 2008 liamsgrandma

Love Revisited

I had to post this one again...today Liam is 7 months old.  This is Liam and me on the bed in early morning.  What an angel he is.

 

Love is of source unknown yet it grows ever deeper. The living may die of it, by its power the dead live again. Love is not love at its fullest if one who is living is unwilling to die for it, or if it cannot restore to life one who has died. And must love that comes in dream necessarily be unreal? For there is no lack of dream lovers in this world. Only for those whose love must be fulfilled on the pillow, and for whom affection deepens only after retirement from office, is it an entirely corporeal matter.

Tang Xianzu, 1598 - Preface to The Peony Pavilion

Fractured

Rain pelts the glass as thunder claps its angry hands.  Light is swallowed by the room's own black hole.  An angel is shackled, a parent destroyed. 

I sat in a Paris cafe' once, counting cracks in the tile and offering a broken smile.

Copyright 2008 liamsgrandma