What a gorgeous poem. Thank you to your dear Mama and to you, Abe, for sharing. Reading this now, I breathe more deeply. It brings up a memory of being submerged in warm water, in a swimming pool with the morning light shining through a glass dome sheltering that pool, feeling the sun’s light on my face, swaying my arms through the water, one side, then the next, knees softly bending feeling the water respond to my movements, resisting, allowing, pushing back, carrying… as if we were dance partners. Am inspired to slip into a body of water and let my body of (mostly) water feel that relationship again… thank you. 🙏🏾
Such calm sweetness, spaciousness. It feels like a lullaby.
Abriel, what a very sweet story, how wonderful your mother can recite the same poem to you now! XOX
What a gorgeous poem. Thank you to your dear Mama and to you, Abe, for sharing. Reading this now, I breathe more deeply. It brings up a memory of being submerged in warm water, in a swimming pool with the morning light shining through a glass dome sheltering that pool, feeling the sun’s light on my face, swaying my arms through the water, one side, then the next, knees softly bending feeling the water respond to my movements, resisting, allowing, pushing back, carrying… as if we were dance partners. Am inspired to slip into a body of water and let my body of (mostly) water feel that relationship again… thank you. 🙏🏾