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~ love ~ | by Abra K.
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~ love ~

Decicated to my daughter Tabea with all my immeasurable love.




Before the post van left, we spent half an hour in the Emme's river bed, playing with pebbles, and taking pictures of ohters who were playing with pebbles... ;-)


I simply loved to watch them: engrossed in creation, and lost to the world...




To say that she came into me,

from another world, is not true.

Nothing comes into the universe

and nothing leaves it.

My mother — I mean my daughter did not

enter me. She began to exist

inside me — she appeared within me.

And my mother did not enter me.

When she lay down, to pray, on me,

she was always ferociously courteous,

fastidious with Puritan fastidiousness,

but the barrier of my skin failed, the barrier of my

body fell, the barrier of my spirit.

She aroused and magnetized my skin, I wanted

ardently to please her, I would say to her

what she wanted to hear, as if I were hers.

I served her willingly, and then

became very much like her, fiercely

out for myself.

When my daughter was in me, I felt I had

a soul in me. But it was born with her.

But when she cried, one night, such pure crying,

I said I will take care of you, I will

put you first. I will not ever

have a daughter the way she had me,

I will not ever swim in you

the way my mother swam in me and I

felt myself swum in. I will never know anyone

again the way I knew my mother,

the gates of the human fallen.


~ Sharon Olds ~




~ borders ~

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Taken on June 24, 2012