I’ve always favored circles,
No worry about starts and stops.
There are no speed limits inside circles
Though I’m happiest when I glide.
Lately I help to dress and undress
in the same manner when I was thirty
but this time it’s old age that sets the terms,
not the wiry motions of preschool silliness.
I’ll talk about dying when you’re ready, Mom
And I’ll quiet my experience until you have your own, daughter.
I’m the in between thread that sews our borders
One to another,
A circle so strong
The comings and goings
Look the same.
Happy Mother's Day to my Mom and My Jess
and to everyone who mothers
through birth or breath or bonds.