These tears
Are how I breathe
Emotionally
They are how I
See
What matters
To me
Ooh Momma
How can it be
That I am
Simultaneously
Overwhelmed
And grieving
The second son
I wanted to be
With me
I wanted to see
Play with his brother
Fight
And come to his mother
As referee
I would have been a good
Referee
Or maybe terrible
But I won’t ever know
So might as well go
With good
Welcome to
The in-between
The best
And the worst
Hold no sway
Today
We are squarely in
Not great
Not bad
Alive
Not feeling
The thrive
Simply
Merely
Okay
The universe
Is insanely
Infuriatingly
Unruffled
By my moans
And my wails
I can stomp my feet
But the Earth
Remains
Inconceivably
The same
Momma moon
I open
Commune
With you
Let me bask
In your silver ray
Bathe me with
Your steadfast
Peace
Your acceptance
Of the reign of the sun
In the day
How you gracefully
Reflect her
Into the night
Gentle whisper
It is okay
To not be
The best
Or the worst
Or even
Okay