to the mamas

here's an old poem list i found whilst moving; and finn with it


and here's new fun thing to do: make playdough (orange) in a new house

and here's to the mamas, who build their nests every which where (for example, this mama sparrow has laid here eggs in a big glass hanging thing on our porch) and who love their babies past, past, past what they knew before as love. what i mean is here's to my mama, and your mama, and you, and myself. we are awesome and wild and who knew we could do such amazing things?