This morning, like every morning,
his mother rises with her heart open.
Somehow, overnight, it has healed.
She is not like the paper doll
that, when wrinkled by callousness,
will not ever return to its former shape.
No, somehow the heart not only heals,
it grows bigger—some miracle she cannot
understand. She thinks back
to the day he was born, the day
the towers fell. As she went into labor,
she thought no, not today, no not today,
until some strange grace slipped into her
and spoke the new words,
of course today, of course today.
How beautifully, how forcefully
love insists on itself. How astonishing,
the daily miracle that leads us
again to each other.
This is lovely. I didn’t quite understand through the first read, but I think the point is that even when we feel stretched and pulled to our limits, our hearts can always expand a little more? Even when we are hurt or feel like we have reached the worst point, each time a switch is flicked and we get a little more. Your poems seem to be touching my experiences exactly lately. Much appreciated. Especially enjoyed the love of a mother giving birth and the refrain, of course today.
You got it! Last night, I was pretty sure I was going to turn in my badge and quit motherhood. But then this morning, I felt no less love for my son, maybe more. And he was an out and out angel this morning, too, which helped things along. âº
Of course today, of course today ⦠life pushes through, regardless â¦
All the best, and good luck with your experiences!
r
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From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Monday, September 11, 2017 at 3:42 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “On the Morning of the Thirteen Year Old’s Birthday”
Whatta outta-the-park opening line.
And the second line saying that it’s the open heart that’s healed. (Healed doesn’t always mean the ends
grrrr… (Healed doens’t always mean there are no longer any fissures or unbroken surfaces.)
Well, isnât that the truth. See todayâs poem âº
Xo
r
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