As if to tie an invisible thread between us
to somehow keep you afloat
At the weekend, in a moment of full exhaustive overwhelm
I am reduced to waving the white flag
and whole heartedly crying my eyes out
with the dogs (of all things) playing the parts
of the unruly youngsters
not allowing restful sleep, or for long enough
as well as
the neediness of the oldest who can no longer see,
sandwiching me in between
the youngest, who has set his goals on singlehandedly
ripping up old linoleum
periods of general misbehaviour
and stealing everyone’s possessions to chew
As the week begins, I feel as if something is missing
or that I have forgotten something
this subtly agitates on the
inside
makes me extra cautious, going over and listing
things that need
doing
fear of failing… something (?)
and keeping the well of tears,
close
I do know this shift well, and while it is
never, I would say, welcome
I try with ease, and with open mindful
lovingkindness
to breathe my way through
this morning the message of a struggling young heart
hits us with a thud
and rips all areas of caution tape
wide open
sitting in saddened silence, hand on my heart
tears begin to roll
and momentarily has me wondering, if I
my dear girl,
have somehow, been feeling
you
again then, I do my best
to surround you in love and kindness
I send strength and
comfort to find you
and I begin stringing hearts that will cross an ocean
to reach you
should you find yourself, needing something
to hold on to. ♥