Sunlight

It is the fall of 1985
and my mother is unwrapping
a soft yellow blanket from
jaundiced tinged skin –
exposing the stiff shoulders,
tongue pressed hard into the bottom of a bare red mouth…
screaming newborn.

She lays the baby on the carpet in front of the bay window
and lets sunlight splash –
a Vitamin D baptism.

She draws her dreams into the baby’s skin,
traces patterns of hopes for the future
with an intensity that leaves behind
history’s long scratch of tradition.

Thirty-four years later
and I realize I have leveraged her hopes
against my heart
and have failed again and again
to come to a compromise
between the tap, tap, tap
of my name behind my teeth
and the salt etching of her tears.

I lay in the window of my house
I pretend the narrow light
is a small cathedral arch
and I’m bathing in the closest I’ll ever come
to redemption.

© Laura A. Lord, 2020


Thank you to MindLoveMisery for the prompt.

More of You

The Prompt

A dream is a wish your heart makes” – Cinderella

What do you dream of? What are your hopes? What do you wish for?


wpid-ussv0xg0jxzu6txut2utz4dbgx9stemngrwvepx8_z56myg6gvwn_yigxs_flkla5fqwnkzs-gipsnzxicnwkndtgoo5fozeixoc7l_yksvcm2j6u83f6bfjjcdubrcw-epay1msrjiyjrtgifpvb7blxgvz-czuyvgw355-h414-nI have woken to the sunlight carving
a bright lace painting along your cheek,
dancing dust motes drift by your lips
and I hope for a few more moments in this place,
for more of you.

© Laura A. Lord 2015


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