Conceivement

Candles broke the darkness,
in a wavering blend of ocean strings,
playing for the pale blue wall
the motion all for hopeful king.

The light unleashed the power
in a concert of eyesight sound,
the slow and tender features
came swift in rubber crown.

Wax of inherited warmth
now hardening in trend,
the symphony now slowing;
crownless king to dance again. 


With royalty and stillness
the room is brought to flame,
the heat enough to boil love
inside where life shall reign. 

 

 

My Mother Reveals

My mom texted me before I left for her party on Saturday. ‘Jen. Can you come up here.  ‘
I went up to find her in bed in pjs with her makeup and hair all done up. Laying down against the mauve of her pillow and she looked so pretty.

“If you need something to wear I have dresses in the other closet you could wear. I haven’t worn them yet”.
” Ok thanks.
And I start to leave the room.

” oh and
I’m really nervous.”
She’s wringing her hands together.

She continues on:
” Should I have a glass of wine?
Will you come up with me if I have to say a thank you speech?
Can Zeek sit with me to blow out the candles?
Do you have any wine? Will you bring it up?’

There’s frantic and panic in her voice and she looked so beautiful in fear. I felt a glimmer of sorry for her. In what she must be feeling.
And that, she can look so together, and reveal and be so vulnerable. Like she was a little girl all over again.
She let her guard down so I could walk in and see her that way.

She revealed her ability to reveal.