Pour me a cup of coffee
and warm me up
with that gooey, lovely feeling
of being with an old friend.
The movement within my heart
is like a gentle wave
which rocks me –
or a wind which moves me,
opening both my lungs
and my heart, simultaneously.
I could weep at the memory.
How I miss our times together!
We so took for granted
the easy geography of sharing the
parenting of our kids,
the unfolding of our lives as
women caught – but growing through,
the married-wifey-mommy labyrinth.
Each of our paths ended up so different
but what was lasting remained.
We will always be friends,
despite the winds of change which
move through us and
around us, seemingly threatening
our deep connection.
I am not daunted by the wind.
Rather than being intimidated by its roar,
I am moved by the ways
it pushes us together
and opens our hearts ever so powerfully
when we are together.
For that moment,
we can be home
for each other –
and that means everything.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 