//Like little-mirrored sparkles
I collect them in my small cupped hands
Memories of how we sang new songs
How we pulled down walls and built
new homes for each other where
living was an orchard outside of inner
city schools surrounded by crepe myrtles
Pink blossom promises in the folds
of our collar bones, where time pressed
in like an awkward dance
Just me and you carved from the same
wood and bone and marrow of shared rib
Glittered sequins bringing joy to each other
We pieced together tales of legacy
watched our heart beats float to the top
ribbons of undulating light//
Tonight I’m in Kansas City, Missouri for the Five Minute Friday retreat. I’m in a building filled with women I’ve come to meet and share a deep adoration for on the internet. I’ve gotten to hug every one of them. Some I miss because they are not here. Others I want to take home with me because they are fully and wholly who God made them and I want to contain that forever. I’m incredibly happy.
While I worship with and write with these incredible women, I miss my family something fierce. I miss my husband and his voice, help, laugh and love. The above is for him. Miss you, love. See you soon.
It’s #FiveMinuteFriday. The word prompt is COLLECT. Above is five minutes of free flow writing. I welcome your comments and thoughts.
The forward slashes (//) indicate where the timer started and ended. Your turn!
Collect badge credit: Kate Motaung