Soar

Yes, little one,

there are mountains.

And storms.

And rain.

But, oh, the

berries,

nectar,

sky.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

For Poets United Midweek Motif

Love & Dreams (My Mother's Day Poem, 2016)

I struggle still

to speak each of their languages.

You’d think I’d have it

down by now

for each work in progress,

each work of art--

the one who loves the center,

works with his hands, dreams and speaks in fantasy;

the one who is soft-spoken,

athletic, dependable;

the one who is outside the box,

surprising, hilarious;

the one who is competitive, but tender,

and memorizes more than I’ve ever remembered.

All of them, in the way sons

have a heart for their mothers,

have given me more,

times four, to love

and to dream of

than what I could have alone.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

“C’mon, guys, it’s the least we can do--we walked out of her stomach and stepped on her dreams.”  --words of my eldest son to his brothers after I asked them to pose for a photo they were less than thrilled to pose for.  I laughed so hard.