Living the Dream

And you have always been there,
in the shadow of my life,
beautiful brave mother.

My fairy godmother,
sifting the sort of dreams
that are so common to such as us;
heartful of the same longings.

Your picture eases towards me,
you wave, and I know you
from all my dreams of you.

I see my beautiful old age
in your face,
dear face, preparing to gather
those memories in to one place.

Hello with all my heart,
from Linda Mae, who could not know
it would take me half a lifetime
to settle this waiting.

My story, much like yours
is held out in my hands
like the gift we are to each other
when we thought we were alone
in the Universe. 

I wrap myself in the shawl of you
to end that longing for leaning
against each other, skin to skin
knowing we are one breath,
one family, one love
as great as that that gathered
names and faces to this place.

Let me tell you the story
of how you were with me
when I needed to be brave
and beautiful.
 

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