I am thinking today of endings and beginnings, and how we often think we are not ready for either. We are.
In the words of A.A. Milne: “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think, and loved more than you know.”
comes gently, on tiny padded paws.
It nudges once, twice.
Hello. I am here. It’s OK.
My fighting fist sighs open
and trembles on whispery velvet.
It reminds me
of the downy head of my baby daughter
as she suckled at my newly-clumsy breast, her wise little hand clenching and caressing,
my mother-ness an other-ness
not yet comprehended;
and of the exquisite fragility of love
and new beginnings