Rock

Your rock
is secretly pumice stone,
gets all frightened when shes alone.
Afraid of the dark.
and dragons and monsters under the bed
even though she knows
they are only in her head.

Your rock
is petrified that she might shatter
but it doesn't matter.
A molten heart is pounding,  
reviving.
Mothers rise
eternal.

Bed

I sleep in snatches,
Sandwiched.
Peaceful forms on either side, 
pinned close to feel my skin.
Sometimes the cat also finds a niche of warmth.
I dare not move, my stillness and heartbeat the harbinger of peace.

I awake and am lonely in company.
My hip throbs and back pains.
I listen to gentle breathing, dreaming, heart beating.
I wish, long, ache to be where you are now.
Asleep, alone and in the company of dreams.

Out like a lion

You sprang out
like the lion of March,
and we snuggled you into a lamb.

As new leaves unfurled
so did you.
And you blossomed
like the long awaited spring.

November Birth

When all the leaves have turned to gold,
and laid a carpet at your feet;
when the wind finally turned cold,
you and I did meet.

Year turns year on year,
leaves fall and crown ground,
the wind whispers in my ear
your name, your birth, my becoming.