Free to be You and Me,
a song my young son knew,
a hippy anthem,
and the beginning
of a wild reclamation,
A supple muscle of love,
made us free,
mother-son companions,
to be ourselves with one another

The hippy gay Mom and the beautiful boy
raising one another
to full and bursting potential.
Fifty years later, we renew
the pleasure and the treasure.
From a neighboring galaxy
I think we must seem
a spectacle of love. Free to be
our giant selves.

©Susa Silvermarie 2024

“The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.” ©Maria Popova 2023, from The Marginalian, Feb. 15, 2023

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