generations
today
unlocked with sun
streaming upon my face,
cat curled by my side, mother’s day
begins
beyond
my room, toddlers
play, laughter echoes of joy,
love unbound, of family here
right now
my child
and her children,
embracing our special
day together, mom and nana
shared bliss
my son
calls, no longer
living behind fences,
his voice reflects maturity
released
one more
call to my mom,
changed by a stroke, but still
present, she remains distant but
alive
we are
generations
sharing a common thread,
womb to womb to womb interweaves
our lives
by judy Beaston
May 13, 2012
