I’m an edgy godmother with love for my goddaughters I've been waiting for longer than I want to share. I knew they were out there somewhere and with her I knew if they came I would be a godmother. She has my heart that’s always been a given. My goddaughters have it too.
I see them now, with my inner eye, although they have not yet been born. I feel them pushing their way towards the outside world today. I should be there but I'm not, so I'll burn a red candle and pray to the wood fairies and guardian angels to follow them around.
I’ve swallowed their stones so they'll never be lost.
I’ve coughed hummingbirds to give them messages.
I've sent dream puppies to show them the way.
I've sneezed them wishes to blow as they need them.
I’ve made their bed so it'll always be ready.
I've frozen some broth to feed their mommy dear.
I've mowed the lawn so they can crawl with ease.
No matter how much they cry or squirm I'll hold them.
No matter how much they question or challenge I'll listen. No matter how much they worry or fret I'll find the humor. No matter what they ask I’ll cross my heart and never lie. No matter how distracted they get I'll love them I promise.
Others will drift in and out and I will always be here. Others may judge or shame and I will lift veils.
Others will cherish and tame and I will ignite the wild.
I remember my grandmother feeding me fried chicken and cornbread and root beer floats made with ice cream she churned by hand, steamed crabs we caught in the creek.
I remember loose cats I wore around my neck, playing with her hair as she watched TV, hairdos that made me laugh and I knew in my heart, one day, I will love like my grandmother did.