November 2024
Bio Note: I think that my poetry, though it can be tinged with sadness and/or anxiety/concern, also holds at least a gleam of hope and/or joy. We live in a complicated world, which also still holds great beauty. I’m glad to have found poetry as a way to process this navigation. Glad for the community of people who have this focus.
Time for a Visit
Cringing at the thought of showing up
and then not knowing what to do.
Wanting to help. Wanting to ease.
Knowing I can’t cure. Cannot
make-it-all-better.
I guess being “grown-up” means being able
to hold her hand and weather what comes,
not there to curate outcome,
just to be present for the journey.
Gently letting two hearts beat
in shared proximity. In sync—
the way we started out together,
while I was carried in her womb.
Two, fused as one.
©2024 Marjorie Moorhead
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