it was a perfect weekend full
of happy days and gentle evenings.
But, it wasn't.
I wish I could say
there was harmony and joy
between us all and that I laughed
more than I cried.
But I didn't.
I wish I could blame it
on the full moon for emotions running high
and erratic wolfman-like behavior.
But, I won't.
What lays buried underneath
is not content being hidden,
shushed, ignored, or forgotten.
It will soon hunt air
to take a long, deep breath...
And so it breathed...
It exhaled rocky moments and sad moments,
then spewed out moments filled
with doubts, difficult truths and hard resentments.
And so we remembered...
Perfection does not live here.
Neither does denial, or perpetual anger.
What lives here is my beautifully, imperfect family
full of love, tears and laughter,
and an earnest willingness to
forgive, heal, and love again...
And so we grew,
and so we breathed,
and then together,
we howled at the moon...