TruMama

I read this poem this morning and cried.

I Woke

I Woke

and crept

like a cat

on silent feet

about my own house –

to look

at you

while you were sleeping,

your hair

sprayed on the pillow,

your eyes

closed,

your body

safe and solitary, 

and my doors

shut for your safety

and your comfort.

I did this

thinking I was intruding,

yet wanting to see

the most beautiful thing

that has ever been in my house.

-Mary Oliver

A couple little tears rolled down my cheeks.

I cried because the poet was speaking to me. For me.

Her words were there on the page perfectly describing the feeling I so often have and can not describe.

The feeling I can never put into words.

That tender moment when I look at you sound asleep and I am overcome with love and emotion.

That moment when everything in the world just feels perfect.

The beauty of that moment wells up in me and I am so completely grateful.

I love you too much!