My roots are tangled, confused and spread wide.

Across the country and even across the globe.

They draw water from two different worlds.

I am both, I am everything, I am me....

Sleepy little head.

So cute in my arms.

So weary already.

Protected from harms.

Sleepy little head.

My wee angel bean.

So tiny and precious,

And sweetly serene.

Sleepy little head.

When will you wake.

Show us your eyes.

It’s cute that you like sleeping so much but I’d really like to see them before you turn one....

I melt you.

I melt you but you don’t melt me.

I love you in a way you can’t understand.

Even though

the many versions of you

confuse me

and fascinate me,

I still love you.

Every version of you.

Because you taste fucking great....

Just as time appears to stand still, life

Jumps forward and a new year begins.

Jobs continue, back to work. The bitter,

Jarring cold prevails.

Feeling weary yet hopeful. So

Far from sunshine, but spring is near.

Fresh air is still brisk, days are longer, the

First daffodils start to bloom.

More sunshine. And rain. Lots of rain.

Maybe summer will come after all. The clouds

Manage to part. I feel ...