There are some things that stick with you.
\nsome combination of emotion and the senses
\nthat keep a memory alive,
\nlike the morning I awoke to the Monarchs,
\nmid migration, all the limbs on the trees alive
\nwith butterflies flittering like leaves in a breeze.<\/p>\n
I remember carrying my son, not yet a day old,
\nwrapped in a blue crocheted blanket
\nand my arms. How careful I was
\nas I got into the back of the car
\nto take him home. And how hungry.
\nI hadn’t eaten for thirty-six hours, at least.
\nWe stopped for hamburgers.<\/p>\n
Three years later, in a hospital this time,
\na nurse brought my daughter to me.
\nShe was as light as as a hollow-boned bird.<\/p>\n
I was embroidering a gown for her.
\nAs I set the embroidery aside to take baby into my arms,
\nthe nurse exclaimed, \u201cYou love her!\u201d
\nas if that were in question.<\/p>\n
I remember the first time I made love
\nto the man I’ve slept with for the past 38 years.
\nMaybe I knew then that he was forever.<\/p>\n
And it only takes a tiny jog to the memory
\nFor me to see the balloons
\nrising from the valley floor
\nthat morning in the Sandias.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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