My heart aches.
Then, I feel a slight, cool brush of air that combs over the fine hair on my arm.
I remember He's right there. Beside me. In the pain.
I remember because He tickles me daily.
He gave me laughter. He gave me sorrow.
Like a sandwich cookie.
He's on one side.
I'm on the other.
But in the middle is where life resides.
The shocking sweetness of the good stuff.
The grainy, lumpy, crystals pretending to be creamy good stuff when it's bad...sometimes it's very bad.
The tear makes a great escape, and then comes the tumble.
I have brush with death.
He coaxes me back to life.
The air on my arm gently spells, "Be here. Be now."
Comfort in calligraphy that brushes a heartache into a heart fully awake.
~Tangela Parker Ekhoff (9/21/11)
I wrote this after my Mom died. I have a book full of poetry. My favorite pastime is making fun of poets and writing poetry...and eating cookies.
Funny that even when I'm sad...I'm thinking about cookies. I'm actually very happy today and I'm thinking about cookies. Life has taken a turn for the good...and I'm thinking about cookies. There is not one damn cookie here in the house that I actually want to eat. But, I'm thinking about cookies. I'm going for a walk. I'll stop at the bakery on 1st street...and buy a donut. They don't have cookies.