In the Wake
Wet grass that called for me to step upon
cool and collected
a dimension of the heart
connecting on a cellular level
children with bright eyes and spirits
waiting to be guided, kept safe and seen…
you do this well for them,
I do this well for them.
I met your parents here,
smiling and happy.
I met you here,
moving and warm to the touch.
I woke with a feeling of loss…
loss of a family in which I seek to grow.
I remember the loss they spoke of
and in my wake, I now understand.