Lips of rose
Cheeks of pink
Eyes of blue
Wonderment
Concern
As she writes a letter
Dear Mrs. Claus
Why didn’t I receive
A letter and ornament
From Santa
Last year
My brother did
I felt left out
The rest of us
Remember
It did come
3 days after his
It came
For sure
She doesn’t remember
She worries
She’s hurt
She cries out for connection
Reassurance
That she’s ok
Wanted
Loved
Whether it came or not
Doesn’t matter
Her thoughts
Her perception
Her feelings
That’s what count
Her grandmother asks
Where might this feeling
Of being left out
Be showing up for her
Today
Maybe she isn’t
Aware
That it’s from today
Not yesterday
That she feels this
Worry
Hurt
Feeling left out
My girlfriend shares
Insight too
Isn’t this interesting
As it was YOU
Who Questioned me
Why am I leaving YOU out
Telling me
You worry
You hurt
You crave connection
Whose feeling is this
Anyway
As parents
Our worries
Thoughts
Concerns
Feelings
Are felt by our
Children
Even when unspoken
We think we are cleaver
Hiding
Our inner world
Hidden secrets
Darkest fears
But we are not
They feel them
They carry them
Desperately
Searching
For the meaning
Behind what they are
Experiencing
That doesn’t even
Belong to
Them
They do not know this
All they know
Is what they feel
Our stuff
Becomes their stuff
I’m letting this go
I’m letting this go
This feeling of
Disconnection
Disappointment
Discontent
I’m letting this go
And letting in
Connection
In action
In being
In creating
For all I care about is
Your lips of rose
Your cheeks of pink
Your eyes of blue
Filled with
Wonderment
Peace
Joy
Free to be in this moment
Separate from me
Open to declare
What works
What doesn’t
Free to be in this moment
A silhouette
Of a young girl
Finding her way
Finding herself
In the reflection
Of this moment
In these thoughts
In these emotions
With
And without
Me
Dear Mrs. Claus
Her mother writes
Thank you
For this occasion
To witness
My darkness
Through the eyes of my daughter
Thank you
For this opportunity
For us
Both
To feel the
Lack
Of receiving
As a gift
Back to
Ourselves
