You don't have to get dirt under your fingernails to be a good mother.
you have the wicked ability / to paint flowers as death's invitation.
He's this whole entire other person and it's happened in secret.
like placing paper / to the flame.
be with them now; the rest can wait.
Put on your own oxygen mask first. Always.
i am effortlessly erratic
the days are a game / of catch and release.
I scooped up that five year old, all arms and legs, brought him to my lap and I hugged him tight. I held him and I told him he had every right to feel angry.
Sometimes it all feels like swallowing glass; you reach for a solution but it's like trying to catch smoke in your hand.