Following your thoughts over the past couple of days,
And am myself swinging between thoughts and feelings of reconciliation and outrage.
Your sensitivity to the needs of the spirit move me,
The morning darkness,
And make me envious,
Of your skills and knowledge, and wisdom.
Don’t doubt you have those,
Despite the rhetoric from others that do not,
Their view of you,
Spoken behind closed doors,
Is not your true reflection.
In the meantime,
Cling to these days with your son,
He will keep you afloat,
When life threatens to pull you under.
As my daughters have done,
When my own shadow,
Threatens to obscure the day,
And the night.