Here again at Bangkok airport. Stopped for a night in Bangkok. Good to see Jo-ann, 36 weeks pregnant. This one’s for her and my godChild, Maya Angela:
Soft as angel wings the comfort
of your silent presence:
You led us here to the space
where music can float in our hearts,
where being happy can be defined
by the mirrors of light reflected in
our eyes.
Innocent as petals untainted
by shards of doubt the gifts you
offer us. Showering us with
moments of joy, once asked for
but forgotten. Wishes we had whispered,
granted yet unrecognized by our
insatiable souls.
Forever you have chosen to be
an angel child, playfully watching
over the healing of hearts. Witnessing
birthings, reminding us of what love
is. Of silence, mirrors, innocence,
joy.
