88 days of gratitude on the wall...

i gave up long ago
on being
the favorite auntie

too weird
i know nothing of animae
don't follow gossip girls
or idols
or fergie

the best auntie?
only if gauged by
intentions prayer honesty
only if mistakes are allowed

especially
the mistake of never
ever
remembering the actual
date of their birth

sorry

i think someone was born twelve
twelve
years ago today
and another birthday
is around the corner,
but isn't that always the truth

today we're all grateful for
happy healthy
nephews cousins

may all your wishes
come true

91 days of gratitude on the wall...

gratitude for
my wonderment
my firstborn
my manchild

i borrow from shakespeare
because
i dream'd
too...

his face was as the heavens

and therein stuck
a sun and moon
which kept their course
and lighted
the little O, the earth


his legs bestrid the ocean
his rear'd arm
crested the world
(at least my world)

his voice was propertied
as all the tuned spheres
and that to friends

but when he meant to quail and shake the orb
he was as rattling thunder

only a mother can love that part

for his bounty
there was no winter in't

an autumn 'twas

that grew the more by reaping

his delights
were dolphin-like

in his livery
walk'd crowns and crownets
realms and islands were
as plates dropp'd from his pocket

think you there was
or might be
such a man
as this I dream'd of?

no one sees a child's
true beauty
like a mother

plus he kicks some serious
kung fu ass

gratitude for my
firstborn
only
son