My 60th year on earth
1 year from now I will be the age you were when you died
An edge, a portal, and a place of reverence
I saw you last 33 years ago Lying in your bed in the house I grew up in
Lee was 3 and can still remember the yellow of your eyes….cancer in your liver
More then half my life has gone by since then…
As I rest into the wisdom and depth of my body
You are in the roundness of my hips and the thick way my thighs are shaped
I have stretch marks from birth that are similar to yours
Wisdom lines just like yours when we smile
Ahhh the richness of age
The small roll on my belly reminds me that I still have sustenance and I rest much more now
then I used to…in discovery of a fresh way to be in the moment to moment rhythms of change
I and my glowing moth companion have decided we shall carry this life ahead
To live to years that were not yours
I find my hands in contact with my face, feeling the shape of you and me cheek bones and
flesh
Tender and motherly, so much generosity always
I have found the thread of our ancestral line… right here
Creating a tapestry forward, into a life of home, simplicity, depth, creativity and wholly
Tracing our river line down my spine from France and Germany now sprinkled with Ireland and
Lithuania…
4 corners of the cross I lovingly bear
At times the cadence of my voice is you… the way phrases just leave my mouth, NJ Elizabeth
accent .. precious
People ask; you must miss your mother? I smile wide inside knowing I carry you with me
The deep olive color of my eyes.. How age spots appear on my hands in the same shape as
yours
Resting in your lap, stroking my hair while you read the daily news
You and I have simplicity and depth, character and crack ups
And love beyond beyond beyond…
Thank you Elizabeth Matilda Darrar King for gracing me with your DNA, your laugh and your
curvaceous and beautiful body.