Thursday 17 April 2014

Pacing myself

There is much 
that is moving
that is happening

A year gone
my mother's passing
the need of separation

the boy holding onto
mama
the breast 

one daughter
starting to turn
womanhood a step closer

where am I 
in all of this
the need for space

the need for 

spacing
pacing
gentleness

contrapunto 
to so much
growth