Mommy

I can't wait for the moment when the judge gives us the news. The words will be like silent celebrations in the crevices of my heart.

We will be forever, taking giant steps towards love. Holding hands through time and space, skipping clouds and swimming skies.

We'll throw back our heads guffawing joy rippling off our shoulders; hitting passing cars.

My fingers recoil as I type.  Writing is selfish.  When I was a teen I wrote; I had so much to say.  I wasn't in control of my life, so I needed a forum, a soapbox, a page, a pen.  I needed to softly blow away the scathing emotions that floated around like cobwebs in the corners of an abandoned room.