I notice how the desert creatures scurry along,
Stopping every few feet to rise up,
I remember scurrying along, my twenties and thirties,
Fast and furious; the busyness of life.
I wonder if I had stopped, raised up, looked around,
Would I have shifted course? Would I have made family,
I regret nothing, save the love.
This much I know, I missed that family
Comes when it comes, how it comes,
When you slow down, shift course, rise up,
Face the unexpected.
I'm Kimberly. Single mother by choice. Soon to be wife. Holder of space. Maker of place. Mom. Mama. Mommy. Mitch. These are my thoughts, reflections, ideas and random observations about raising twin sons.
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