Weaving spider,
a dreamcatcher’s web- –
easy,
dressing it a bit
more difficult.
Designing love
by hand
means listening
to its needs.
Breathing into it
pieces of heart- –
bits of soul, I risk
losing a child- –
an impending
letting go.
I’m never ready
to give them up- –
these seedling
extensions of self.
Eventually
I do
finish
the poem.

You are
my dreamcatcher.

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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