weak woman

I don’t want to be a weak woman

That loves and loves and loves too deep woman

Calling your name when I should be asleep woman

But you make all my plans go flying out the window

I don’t want to be a corny love poem woman

Forgetting how to spend weekends alone woman

Waiting for love to come back home woman

But that’s just what you do to me



My heart is yours for the taking

Every nerve and neuron

Every cell and sentimental thought rests on you tonight

Despite my best attempts, your love has held me captive again

– soo


Mothers love their babies, before they know them
Trace the outline of their feet, the tiny hands they will one day hold
Stare with wide eyes at the marvelous being growing inside
Whisper tenderly to their bellies, “I am yours now. You are mine. We belong to one another.”

Mothers love their babies before themselves
Make ready a space for their tiny heads to lie
Go without, so that we never lack
Under sleep
Pour themselves out in gallon buckets until there isn’t a part of this dry, parched world that’s hasn’t been quenched by their love

Mothers write our futures in the stars
Shoo our self doubt
Build fortresses around our ambitions
Will us to keep going, until we’ve reached the land we dreamt of as children
Let their babies know that they were loved, well before they were on anyone’s best of list
That they will always be loved

Mothers love, when there is nothing more to say
Teach us that there is no such thing as perfection or too damaged
That the one who broke our heart was not the one at all
That true love is here and is also coming
That once again good fortune will come knocking and find us home

– soo

You Are a Marvel – BY Pau Casals

Each second we live is a new
and unique moment of the
universe, a moment that will
never be again . . . And what
do we teach our children?  We
teach them that two and two
make four, and that Paris is
the capital of France.

When will we also teach
them what they are?

We should say to each of them:
Do you know what you are?  You
are a marvel.  You are unique.  In
all the years that have passed,
there has never been another
child like you.  Your legs,
your arms, your clever fingers,
the way you move.

You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo,
a Beethoven.  You have the
capacity for anything.
Yes, you are a marvel.  And
when you grow up,
can you then harm another
who is, like you, a marvel?

You must work–we must
all work–to make the
world worthy of its children.