moments rooted like anchors exist timeless beyond configurations child leading her sister down the road, trusting truck bed staring mama’s fear in the eye mother let the light in heading southwest faith filled with hope. my daughter wrapped in all the blankets I sewed she let the light in so peculiar these breasts swollen with memories of a lacey beauty nudging me within nowhere close enough to alleviate the pain, I missed you… laying there with steal cutting me wide and flayed… Do you want to see my wound? let the light in. now I am yours, fully devoted…following you as you babble, crawl, and creep head full of options working to make them clear grief driving me as far as I can get it’s always the precious empty holding space for you gone, yet here and making it so hard. I miss you and you know it you let the light in fragile pulsating vein my weakness graced surviving choices that whisper, a twisted ripple let the light in gathered you up, into me ...so precious ...so bright