Believing

How can I sing?

A small sound

shyly rises from

within the chambers

of my heart,

a slow vibration,

an echo of longing,

the voice of a mother’s

deepest love.

How can I sing?

How can I not?

If to feel you

is to meet in a field

where sound waves

reach across the veil,

if this is the way

our love ripples

out beyond

the beyond,

How can I not?

(Feb 26, 2021)

(This image was painted in 1998 when I was trying to get pregnant with Hunter)