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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy, Happy Mother's Day!

The sun is shining here this morning.  I slept in until 8:00, then ate the most delicious french pastries for breakfast with a cup of french roast coffee--perfectly strong and sweetened.  And then a soak in the hot tub with my two girls.  And now some quiet time alone, outside with the sun and birds.  Feeling deeply blessed. And saying thank you for it all.

Below is a poem i wrote a few years ago for my little girls.   To all you mommies out there, Happy Mother's Day,!  Sending love.


Many seasons woven
through the palms of these hands.

These hands cradle
your infant body
skin on skin;
soft, like moonlight on water
or downy wings.

These hands hold
you close enough
to drink milk that grows
you out of feeted jammies
into princess shoes --
the kind that blink
when you walk.

These hands
pull you close
to kiss tiny freckles
and nestle into pigtails
that smell of campfire
and October leaves.

These hands lift
you over sharp peaks,
lead you from dead-end
streets and circular paths.

Always there, holding
and releasing
as you weave new paths
through new seasons

all yours.


  1. Hi Julia. I am in Kelly Rae's class with you. Nice to meet you. Your art is lovely.

  2. I so love this poem! You create so much beauty, dear friend! Your girls are lucky to have you as their mother!


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