maternal nightmares

scary baby masklittle witch babies and tormenting black skies
gusting wind
long dark dresses swinging like death bells

a frail newborn with antlers growing
crying out as it tries to lift its weak neck
ocean-deep in salted sweat
those early months

panicking…

a pink infant
without bony deciduous growth
or skull-sunken cheeks

seventeen Halloween moons gone by since,
those first seconds
one more fall harvest
until her
perfect little face departs

dreaming…

scary baby mask, mixed media rendered a few weeks back…
the first time I was pregnant: during the first trimester, I had many bizarre dreams‚Äďsome were nightmarish, others surreal like Dali paintings…my oldest is now 17 and college planning is on, lots of positive dreaming ūüôā

Of Giant Husbands and Little Trees

Dear Friends,
The giant husband is in the ‘green’ business. He knows quite a bit about plants, trees and Latin roots. Every year he works six days a week¬†then for six glorious weeks, beginning Christmas Eve, the nursery closes. He gets a well-earned rest though Rocky the Shepherd, and Mojo the Dachshund¬†usually fail to read the memo.

A few months ago¬†I¬†wrote a story¬†about¬†the giant husband. If you’d oblige, I’d like to share an edited version of it again. Because as the saying goes, “Behind every married woman who blogs, is a giant husband.” ‚Äď

Back in 2000, after giving birth to¬†the big son¬†son¬†I had¬†some complications. For five days and nights after the big son came into the world, I was hooked up to tubes, monitors and I believe¬†there were a few pots and pans (this is where I lost my dinner preparation¬†zest).¬†I¬†liken¬†the experience to an exotic vacation minus fresh air, warm sun, bright sea or anything else pleasant.¬†Each¬†night when the hospital room grew dark (despite bells, whistles, alarms and flashing lights) there was the giant husband, ‘sleeping’ at the foot of my hospital¬†bed atop two¬†small¬†chairs smooshed together.

Though the giant husband makes things around him appear smaller, he makes anyone around him feel grand. My Christmas gift every year is having him home for the holidays.
BP finalThank you. May you dream of someone who makes you feel grand…
Giant Husband, Delicate Daughter, Tiny Tree rendered today while listening to, It’s a Wonderful Life

A note: The other day I had the amazing fortune of talking to a selfless¬†father and fellow blogger, Simon Tocclo of Liberian Me. The reason I bring this up here is when there are complications during¬†birth, mothers¬†(in the poorer areas of Africa) don’t survive. So when you dream, please dream of hope for those in need around the world…thank you.