Knowing




There was a time when she knew.

She knew in just which closet all the Easter baskets and stuff were and which
child loved which basket and where each little treasure went in the house.

She knew that when, on Easter morning, she said “do you remember when he sat on his basket like a chair?” all in the room would laugh and say ‘yes’.

There was a time when she knew how many places to set at the table and who would sit by whom and who would want seconds and who it would be coming up behind her in the kitchen and telling her one more time that she was beautiful and that he loved her.

She knew whose arms she would rest in at night and whose smile she’d look forward to each morning.

And then there was a time when she knew the one thing that she’d always feared.

And after a time; she knew that she could survive

Now is a time when she knows, how very strong she can be, that she will thrive. She knows that, once again, she will find a way for herself and her children, no matter how old or how young.

She knows that her arms are still enough for holding on and that her beauty is still enough to shine each morning.

This, she knows.