Found something I wrote in Sept of 2012. The early days:
When you place
your warm hands
on my body
I exist only as
the space
beneath them
press here and
I am rounded shoulders
press there and
I am the curve of my back
Your hands
hold parts of me
in place
while the rest of me
drifts up and out and
over the room
where looking down
I see you
lying there
your body echoing
the shape of my
small frame
your hands moving
and pressing
moving and pressing
keeping my love intact
Bridget Maret
September 27, 2012
April 1, 2014
I received in the mail a notebook with messages of love from former students in the U.S. These were/are my substitute children. My heart is full.
April 1, 2014
Grandma Hengen. Aunt Agnes. Aunt Mary. Aunt Patty. Cousin Jessica. Adam Milton. Calling all angels. Calling all angels. Walk me through this one. Don't leave me alone. I'm trying. I'm hoping. But I'm not sure how.
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