eaglesnest

My intention was to write today about the brain tumor & originally about the C word - Caring as it related to L.

Then today happened. Today was a baby shower, followed by a meet & greet w/ a new family in regards to employment, then another get together with our new friends/family in order to formalize a concrete plan for the BIG MOVE.

How do I care about thee -

lemme count the friggin ways —

I serve as food prep/childcare/”hostess” etc
@ your fami-dam-ily function
whilst your mil* slings the barbed commentary
in my general direction.

I will wake my own child early,
come to your house & your child,
mother him with my son,
for $12 an hour.

I will create a co-family,
co-single mama parent our pack of wild puppy boys,
patchwork cobble multiple gigs
packing over 30 hours into a day
to give us all a better life.

I edged my soul to the brink of insanity& despair,
battling over every ounce of sustenance,
insisting you revel in the miracles,
only to retreat from the rubble of your mind,
scarred & wary, distrustful of caring again.

*mil = mother in law

Seems my itinerary had some layovers I didn’t schedule.

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