My Beautiful Children

My beautiful children.

Please know that when I’m not seeing you,

It’s because I’ve lost sight of myself.

And when I'm not hearing you,

It’s because I’m not listening to myself.

And when I dismiss you and your long winded stories,

It’s because I’ve forgotten the magic and the wonder of my own.

And when I’m so in love with every inch of your soft skin,

Every wide eyed look you give me,

Every high pitched reveling in the beauty of something small,

It's because I am so deeply in love and rapture

with all parts of me and this beautiful life we are a part of.

It is never you and it is always me.

And when you forget that, I will, humbly, remind you.

-Artemis Mandala