God oh God,
Please don't ever-
"...stop writing these freakin vanity cards."
This Shit's GOLD!!!
I was wondering when I'd be able to step back from
my tear stained eyes
& be able to see
the humor in all of this.
Thank You
True to form you knew-
past/present
who and where
at all times
in any dimension
you could be.
This is hilarious.
Alternate reality Momma, is speaking to me.
I see you.
Don't ever stop writing these vanity cards.
I first wondered if Drew was the leaf,
if you were somehow mad
for going away to college,
and becoming the man you raised him to be.
It's completely natural.
You, the same woman,
who got mad at him
when the bus pulled away
for his summer trip
in Boy Scouts
And he did not look back.
But he's always here.
Kids grow.
Leaves fall.
The wind takes us.
We crunch.
We dry up.
We fertilize
We grow.
Then I thought,
It's probably about you.
You're the leaf.
You would never be mad at either of your kids.
Never call us arrogant.
You loved us too much.
I would read this book,
and share it with your grand-kids.
It's about...
Love
Connection
Family
Growth
Understanding
Forgiveness
Something Greater
Bigger Picture
Coming Home
Hell maybe it's about me,
Now wouldn't that make me arrogant.
Fiercely independent.
When I was a child,
as an experiment,
you and Drew hid from me,
behind a building,
Once I noticed you were gone.
I turned,
put my hands on my hips,
And forged ahead...
Just like that.
If you're the leaf...
.....
Then God's the tree
I was looking for the date on this,
& got lost in the treasure,
Trove after trove,
of your wild mind.
I followed your journey.
All inter woven.
I found another notebook,
and dove right in.
Missed snapping the date for this original capture.
It'll turn up, for now a guesstimate
Written sometime in 2012 or earlier. Maybe 08'
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