On, In, and Around Mondays: Hug to Creativity
She wanted to go away. Asked me to come and watch her children.
I said yes. I rarely see my nieces and nephews.
It is good that she went away, because that meant I went too— away, to a life so different from mine.
My favorite moments were the ones with the baby. I haven't had babies for a long time. I don't particularly want the work of babies anymore.
A baby in the lap, blue eyes searching mine. A baby in the lap, playing with my mauve shawl.
"Shawl," I say to her. She pulls it open. Pushes it shut. Manages a sound something close to "sh," but not quite.
I touch her shirt. "Shirt," I say. She touches her shirt. I touch my shirt. "Shirt," I say again. She ventures another "sh."
She lifts her shirt and a white belly sticks out, baby fat. "Belly," I say. She touches her belly, then leans her head against my chest in a sweet baby hug.
We do this again and again. The eyes searching, the shawl opening and closing, the shirts and the belly. The tries at "sh." The hugs.
I kiss her face over and again, and I feel something inside me pulling apart, opening. A creative space. A loving space. Something like a shawl opening and closing around another person. And I feel full. So, so full.
On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place. Would you like to try? Write something 'in place' and add your link below.
If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)
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