Anticipating complaints, a mother decided to walk alone
though she would miss the child's sweetness
and arrived to the path hurried with just enough time to document
what she's been missing all these years
at the window screen.
So, a skinny in the creek to kill the heat
left her running down the hill with too little time
for the still sleeping yellow flower
she stopped to capture for sharing
through the window screen.
One more frozen image
in a rush would cost her the phone
and leave the child waiting at the door without word
only to bring them together later by the flower
searching and talking.
"I wouldn't give up. Never give up, Mom.
At least we are together. You can have my phone. "
Walking, a mother remembered when there was no choice
but to bring the child with her and then
when there was no choice but to go alone.
Choosing alone and failing them both that afternoon
she learned that if he were really gone
she would miss his complaints enough
to carry him screaming
if she must
all the way up the hill to forever
so he could maybe too
see the flower for real
Note: On April 11, 2017, in celebration of my Grandmother Miriam who passed April 10, 2015, I decided to heed prompts from every direction that I get my body out and moving in the elements and away from the computer - 'window screen' - where I've spent the vast majority of every day beginning in 2013. Grandmother's priority during her final breaths was to keep the phone line free for receiving calls from my father. Desire is naturally trued to connection with others when we're near death. And there is nowhere near closer to death than birth. This is why I tend the two as one.