Poeming: Process of Moments

PROCESS OF MOMENTS

 
We drove
around Wyoming and Nebraska
in a great big car hearing tales
of my uncle’s days on the range
as a real life cowboy
sounded like a novel to a city girl like me
and there was never another moment just like that

I sat
trembling on the hospital bed
after giving birth to a baby girl
I couldn’t believe I was holding her
I was a real life mom
seemed like I’d done an impossible thing
and there was never another moment just like that

We went
to Australia and sat by a lake
where turtles swam and lizards as big
as my arm sat on a log next to me
in a real life rainforest
felt like a dream to a suburban mom like me
and there was never another moment just like that

I watched
my first grandchild being born
waiting to say hello to
a brand new generation
I was a real life grandma
it seemed unreal to the girl in me
and there was never another moment just like that

I talked
to my brother-in-law on the phone
he said she was gone
suddenly in that morning
real life meeting real loss
how could I never hear my sister’s voice again?
and there was never another moment just like that

each moment
shaping me
each moment
who will i be
each moment
I have the choice
to grow, to learn, to see
each moment
matchless
new
making me.

jle 2012



This was written for the poetry prompt of "matches" at Poetic Asides.