Category: No Rhyme, with Reason

Our rhythm of life 
has been a syncopated mess

Stealing beats and melodies
That didn’t belong to us.

Keeping up with time changes,
Incidentals, and accidentals.

Trying our best at improve
But the riffs and jams were always just a little off.

Our rhythm belong to no one but us.
So let’s stop playing composed tunes
And craft our own song.

In our new rhythm, I’ll keep the beat
And you bring the melodies.

It will be a rhythm that allows us to breath, to create,
And best of all too dance. 

The world wasn’t ready,
but that didn’t stop you!
Fifteen weeks early
YOU made your entrance.

Less than two pounds of humanity,
you burst forth with ease,
effortlessly entering the world.

It didn’t take long for the 
ease to turn too complicated.
But we heard them say,
“She’s a fighter!” and that you are.

Needles, machines, and meds,
PT, OT, and Green Tea,
Operations, procedures, surgeries,
Shunts, and seizures -
All the words that have been your life.

But warriors don’t quite,
And SHE warriors are unstoppable.

You are light, love, and laughter,
Chocolates, Pokemon, and anchovy pizza.
You are a wonder to behold,
A force no-one should reconned with.

You are Emery Rainbow Drops.
And Darling, you are a SHE warrior.

I stand in the doorway and listen.

It’s a sound that is both familiar and foreign.

We’ve been anticipating it’s arrival, 

but not with great expectation.

In our world these events come with little guarantee.

~

The family of four around the corner,

celebrate with great delight!

Inviting the rest of us to join in their dance.

~

But I’m listening for something else.

I’m listening for the collective sigh

that starts at the top of the tallest tree 

and trickles down to the parched earth.

~

A sigh that says we can live a while longer.

A sigh that says there’s a future,

and new life waiting to burst forth.

Even the rocks and shingles relax in the knowing.

~

Tonight the gentle rain brings relief.

It cleans the air and saturates the earth.

~

I listen to the sound so familiar and foreign. 

It calls me to listen and dance –

with the three year old around the corner.

~

It gives me hope that  in the months to ahead

It will be more familiar than foreign.