Marrow and sinew

 ‘marrow and sinew’ Trgates,12/16/2024

firsts are marvelous 
also piercing sinew into marrow,
joy and grief dancing,
sometimes a waltz 
other moments a two, to side step. 
feeling they’re looking over your shoulder,
you look around 
not seeing their faces -
looking back at the starlit eyes before yours
funny, you feel both. 
once a Mother looking into eternity’s eyes,
somehow an epiphany,
while nursing this wee one
also brought a twinge,
she knew her heart would break one day. 
then she smiled, 
singing a Psalm,
sinew into marrow 
brokenness would learn of morning strolls. 
firsts are many,
of many,
a quilted tapestry,
wee ones and old ones 
before us,
others in heart’s repose,
cradle us more than marrow and sinew.