Motherhood

Poetry is putting words together–
Lips to lips
Eye to eye–
In new, unexpected ways,
My life now is new.
Often there is, the unexpected.
Her small form a moonlit silhouette,
And I see:
A curl of blond hair,
Sunflowers.
The curve of her cheek,
Like curve of tea saucer.
Chubby arms,
Like swell of sea.
Small sighs,
Wind in trees.
Kiss the new.
Life, rising up to meet itself.