They asked you to stay a little later (I saw your face frown) so we sat in wait, and grabbed ourselves a coffee. As work let out it was a quite late for our dinner date (8 o’clock) I was so hungry. Your gift was the best, a Starbucks mug personalized pen included. A charm for the writer in me. I had admired it on the wall in my antsy sway. Happy Mother’s Day mom as you handed it to me as we walked out the door.
So we googled places that might be open. Frank’s Diner, a landmark of Spokane. So we bunkered in a quaint booth on the end. The whole train to ourselves. An ol’ box car, revamped with fifties flair. Old juke box music, quite nice rap tap tap to. A flawless setting for our picture perfect night.
This night was but just one night in all that change I see in you. That night (last night) a marker for our family tree.
It began when you rolled in all fours. Me eager at the window, running out to hug you with all my might. A work of art, a masterpiece that had love written all over it. We hung it lofty for all to see, you and me and one other now we were all family.
Our smiles meshed with laughters sound, the tea pot whistled its ready to seap my little tea noob you and all your speacialty tea gadgets. Loose tea leaves of every zing, okay now hear that loud pitched cry your kettle is now singing and it ain’t pretty.
No my son there is no playing Cards Against Humanity diplomatically so naive in your ask. Just roll with it forget I am your mother as we proceed to cackle away the night.
Catching your smile, and your eyes to. The eyes I had always seen so sad were filled with a sense of family one glint is all I needed in pierce of my core
A new start as new fallen snow so unique in its flake. It was your turn you finally caught your break. Snatched it up it was yours, could not not let it slip away
You are on the grandest of ships to ever set sail for your hands crafted it and you also man it Ahoy Mate, the weather is fair you set your compass and laid out your map. No that was not a tear I am the captain (said so gruff and a with a huff) of this ship I am no sap (psh)! I will throw you over board if we share words of that sort again. Pick up the pace that little moment we just had slowed us down.
Freedom’s exit bound for change in exchange for allies.
I swear you have grown since your arrival you did grow you are taller, you don’t look the same that little scruffy face of yours it wears something few have seen. For it is a beam not brilliant yet, but a hint of a structure upon your lips. Once in awhile a twinkle appears it is usually in awe when sitting with what you have which is family! The few nights we sat neck in neck all cozied up for a Marvel flick.
My shoulder could feel the warmth of yours, with tea in hand toasty with loves confirmation. We all seek for the same outcome for you to become all you are capable of, for what we have here is a collaboration of kinship stroke of canvas.
It will hang and what will appear a family portrait with splashes of love for you in colors so bright it is such a piece a museum would want, for you are the center of a landscape in symbolism of loves transformation. Tailored made, God’s kid too. Can’t forget He is author of this story. His signature is scribbled on our tapesrty. He glued together all the seams. He allowed for you that beam from your face, and a family to embrace you.