she grabs a pen and her notebook
and we draw for the next 10 minutes
as I sip my broth that washes away
the tinge of cucumber sweetness
from the juice I had moments before.
So green I wonder if it meant
I could sneak a chocolate bar later
but I should know better
my body wants to be alive longer
than the five minutes of high flavor
that dark piece of bitter sweetness gives me.
be gentle with me, my body pleads.
I’m feeling so worn out after all these years
of mindless pleasure, addiction of pain
and numbing your real hunger.
What do you truly crave for she asks me.
And I look at my daughter’s tiny hands
lost in her own happiness as she makes
and gives expression to the totality of who she is
right here on our kitchen table
and I think, this.
this is what i want most.
for her. for me. for all of humanity.
to be seen.
to be celebrated.
to be free.