you were always
Mythical.
A place I longed to be
A harbor in the storm
Heck–flowers and chocolate!
Go no distance to describe
The way these stem cells of each
Her babies carry her
As she and they
Grow up
Her eldest may lodge
In her vision
Her youngest in her chest
And each in between
Find places in her blood and bone to
Insinuate their eternal
DNA into hers
You might call them sneaky
But she will call them all
Dear–
Dear to stay
When each day she fears
This child will be too soon
“A grown-assed man, Mom!”
(Sic)
And she will compress and fold
Each memory of her babies
In the laugh lines
Around her eyes.
Carrying Light 