To Francesca and my Eleni, we follow you, your heart, your love, your sunshine and favor.
Thanks for being there.
Even illness couldn’t keep it down
something from the depths of musky earth
like sunflowers and poppies burst forth
with laughter and goose bumps, folly and fun,
a child’s sleeping smile or jasmine tea.
The plane had not yet arrived
but the ground still trembled
in anticipation, the air – thick blue velvet,
slow waves of movement through the trees,
we saw it there, silent in simple gowns
On the edge of a dream coveted
and suddenly everything would be all right
as if cradled in mama’s arms again – the warmth
of flesh, a tight embrace upon the return,
the return of our sunshine and favor.