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You grabbed me in the airport souvenir shop and took me home
You needed me because you were leaving her behind 
Leaving her to her new life
New adventure in a
New state
Without you
The distance was large and though I am small
I am a place holder for a love that is larger than time and space
You need my fluff to represent her hugs
You knew she wasn't really leaving you
It was just time for her to start a new chapter in her life
You were used to being the one to go adventuring knowing she was
Always there to return to
She was always home
Both a person and a place
And now the place was changing
And you could no longer just show up on her door when you need her
When you are sad or missing her, you have me
I am the recipient of her hugs and her love
When you need more than her voice on the telephone
You imbued me with magic that flows from your love for her
And her unconditional love for you
I am the quiet but cuddly representation of the love 
Shared by a mother and daughter
Separated by distance
But not by heart
-gws

On Pandemic Parenting

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A full circle 'round the sun
And we're still doing this thing
Trying to fit square pegs into round holes
Trying to maintain a sense of normal
When normal died an agonizing, public death last year
Keeping small children indoors, on screens, for a year
Taxes sanity for every family member
The kids are stir crazy and so am I 
I’ve been able to see them all day, everyday for a year
See their growth physically and emotionally
Guide them more than I would have been able to before
I have also watched us all struggle to focus on school
With two-dimensional teachers trying to illustrate a 3-D world
On screens where glitches are common and staying attentive is taxing
Where friends aren’t friends, and discipline a suggestion
How will the kids remember these times
Will they see it as a blessing or a loss
How will they tell their own tales of this lost year
Will they consider the year a loss at all
Or the time they got to spend everyday with each other 
And their parents
Only time will tell
Soon we will emerge again into a new and changed world
We will learn to navigate
We will learn a new version of normal
Though I am exhausted beyond reason
I am grateful for this year with my children
I know I haven’t always been my best nor have they
But we’re all, relatively, unscathed in the grand scheme
As the weeks of school dwindle down,
The weather warms and the days lengthen
We work for the finish line where we will celebrate that we all survived
This extraordinary year as a family and weigh our success by our efforts
And not our results

-gws

I Am Enough

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Today I wake and remember
I am enough.

I strive to live honestly
And with integrity as I walk in my truth
Embracing all of my imperfections because
I am enough.

When storms rage and tempers rise
I will place a hand on my heart and
Breathe into my belly remembering
I am enough.

When I judge myself harshly
When I feel like I failed myself or others
I forgive myself and remember
I am enough.

I will end my day in gratitude for all I have experienced
All I have learned from those experiences
I will lay my head down at the end of the day 
And whisper into the dark
I am enough.

-gws

The Heart Chamber

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I want to keep my inner temple door open
I want to access its halls
Its richness and warmth
Its flickering torches
Its cool wellspring whispering soft and constant reminders
That I am connected to the lifeblood of all things
This is where my alchemical magic lives
Where all versions of myself dance to the rhythm of starlight and moonsong
In this sacred place I AM
In this safest place I CAN BE
I want for nothing
I lack nothing
I am the entanglement of sunshine and shadow
I am perfect harmony
I am radiant beauty as I exalt my truest self in this place where only divinity touches
The breath guides me here, and will return me again
When I have need to touch love

-gws

Guardians of the Gate

(A Metaphoric Day Job Poem)

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Welcome, dear Traveler, to our domain.

We, the keepers of this checkpoint, are here to help you take heed

Listen well to our advice for there are many dangers before you

Pay close attention to all we say, and success shall be yours

Ignore our guidance and know that you will make a wonderful meal for the creatures beyond,

and we have all the popcorn we could want for to enjoy the show.

Fare thee well!

-gws

The Noise!

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Little boys!

Little boys!

What is with all of the noise?!

I don’t understand how people so small can sound like a herd of elephants in the hall?

The thumping and bumping!

The hooting and hollering!

How do you not tire yourselves out with your efforts?

Cacophonous giggles and laughs…

Oh gosh! What was that crash?!

Your clothes are tearing as your adventures are wearing…

me out!

-gws

Ghosts

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Driving down the roads of my past
I see your ghost everywhere
The halls where I met you
The neighborhood where you lived where we first kissed
The theater where we saw that awful movie on our first date
Years have passed
The place we both once called home is nearly unrecognizable now
So much has changed but the memories of you and me are still 
Alive in the footprints of buildings and businesses long gone
Bringing a bittersweet smile to my face as I see muted-color memories
Of what we were and what we never became
We live different lives in different worlds
Practically strangers though still linked inextricably and inexplicably
By threads of fate we never were able to understand
But could only accept without question or comment
Permanent tattoos upon each other's hearts
Placed there by a power who knew that we needed each other once
And who seems to know that we need the memories of that connection as they were yesterday
I hope you see my ghost, too
She's waiting with a hug that has only ever been for you
And may our ghosts continue to share what we no longer do
In a time and place that no longer is
Except in faded photographs and our souls
-gws

The New Notebook

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I am invited by these blank pages

to bear into the light

the secrets of my soul

my night visions and wild imaginings

fantastical whimsies

and deepest truths

born onto these waiting lines

magic erupting from my soul’s well

each babbling bubble brimming

with something eager to be fixed to paper

transfigured from infinite potential

into eternalized reality

a golem of ink and words

let loose to walk unknown paths along others’ souls

leaving quiet footsteps which will fade

like water on concrete after a rain

my eyes follow the pen strokes

they are rhythmic like the rising

and falling of meditative breath made manifest

casting a spell of freedom and release

-gws

Word Therapy

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Poetry is my word therapy

It is where I take the overwhelming abstractness of my emotions

And mold it into something comprehensible

Taking the feelings inside

And creating a scaffolding made of words on which to hang

Stanzas containing descriptions, analogies, and written visualizations

I am able to take what is chaotic and undefined

And give it structure and meaning

Like a potter transforms a formless lump of clay

Into a beautiful piece of finished pottery

A manipulation born of skill, practice, and talent

Which creates a piece that describes, conveys, and evokes

The essence of the soul on fire

-gws

Small Spaces

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The Divine is grand, vast, expansive

But, that is not the most wonderful part

The Divine is also the small things

The small spaces

The moment between inhalation and exhalation

The quiet between heartbeats

The magical place between waking and dreaming

The extra squeeze of an embrace

The snuggling in of a small child

The flicker of a precious memory

The holding of a hand

And the quiet company of another life

The Divine is macro and micro

It is present in the moments of weightless anticipation

And the moments of great emotional release

If we’re mindful and present

We can spot both the large and small moments of

Divinity in the world and our own lives

-gws