Admonition

My girls always talk

About their favorite color

And we are learning

About the seasons

How gardens

Grow

It seems a definition of self

To have a favorite

A safety

A wall

Against homogenous

Existence

My girls think I’m silly

When I say

I like all the colors

Almost the same

We are learning

That we need

All the seasons

My baby keeps waking

At 4 am

It’s not my favorite

But

I lay awake while she babbles

Smiles

Buries her sweet head

Into my chest

Like she’s digging

A well

I learn about bombs

On the internet

Someone thought of one

That can take the air from your lungs

Replace it

With fire

People

Are already

Turning each other in

We are blind

But wide eyed

We hear

Without listening

The world is weary

War torn and wasted

Easy prey

For

So many dragons

While my baby

Smothers herself

Back to sleep

I close my eyes

Breathe into what I believe

Will be a noble prayer

From a Mother’s heart

“Father,

Please

Grant me foresight.

Help me to see ahead.

Show me what’s to come.

So I can make a plan.

For my family.

Amen.”

Loretta sighs

I await my answer

My divine

Approval

My gift of eternal

Safety

God

Clears His throat

“The next time Athena asks for a bedtime story,

You drop what you’re doing and read her one.

There no work more important than her.

Raise your children.

Nurture them.

Teach them to love by how they are loved.

Teach them to seek Me.

That’s your most important job.

My job, is what’s ahead.

I’ll tell you.

When you need to know.

Put down the sight of others.

Rest.”

At 40 years old

I learned

The true meaning

Of admonition

So

I slept

Next to

One of my true treasures

I put bombs

To bed

Dreamed of celestial cities

With wandering gardens

A sweet succession

Of seasons

Endless

Libraries

In sunlit spaces

Filled with stories

Of three little girls

Who could slay dragons