it's gone

my camera

is gone

now

i think someone took it

 -- a constant source of irritation --

as i happen easily upon

 more

    more

  more!

moments

i want to capture

the truth....is

   that camera made me lazy

made me forsake my first love

           --- the power of words

so the pixels

representing joy upon joy

--the first weekend of 

february

in the

year of our Lord

two thousand and

nine--

are gone

forcing me to

    fall 

         back 

on my language

((yet another imperfect system

                         of symbols))

to tell of

     to share

the joys i call

mothering

     watching him transform

        daily

     into his own hu/man

pronouns and pixels 

will always fall 

                         short

so i hold 

     i cling

     i fight for

each tender memory

of

my son --

living proof

of God's grace

                love

        and creativity --

living on

forever in

and always changing

me