after watching Episode 10 of Maid
When there isn’t an instruction book
on how to raise your mother, when her eyebrows
lose their ability to arch with emotion, when everything
you do ends in the crapper, there is always a hole, a crack
in the back of the sofa to accommodate your soul.
You will not stay there forever, or grow gills
behind your ears. Your epidermis will continue
to replace itself and the ducts at the corner of your eyes
will release tears to fall down your cheeks.
You will wake up and face all the monsters
who trip you up and make you wonder why you live.
Just when you feel the urge to jump into a fire,
you see your daughter’s smile, her bright blue eyes
that look like delicious blueberries. She will grab
your thumb with her tiny hand and squeeze it tight
in the middle of the night, and you will find
yourself totally absorbed in the most indescribable
love affair in the Universe. It will light your path
and lead you into a new morning.
