For Fiona
There is something about the way
You look strangers in the eyes
And shout “Hello, how are you?”
That has me so enchanted.
Even if I was blessed with huge, hazel eyes
And a charming, toothy pirate’s smile,
I still don’t think I could find the courage
To engage the world so freely.
You have no time for nonsense from me.
I try to keep up as you pull me out of myself
And out into strange, new places
Where we greet all we meet with shameless joy.
Step by step, I open up a little bit more
To the possibility of letting myself go.
To becoming the explorer I always thought I was
Until you showed me otherwise.
I want to learn your life language.
I want to run with abandon,
And sing songs to strangers,
And dare to shout “No!” and hug hard.
Inside the whirlwind that is you
Lives an infinitely better me.
And inside of me is all the hope and love
A Mother’s heart could ever hold.
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