Half of my heart
Half of my heart with my daughter, the child from my womb who lives with her father.
Half of my heart with my beloved man, who connects me to myself and makes me more than I am.
And when I fly across continent and ocean, from one to the other, my heart is torn open; it spills down my face and I shudder.
Half of my heart with the girl who has given me more joy and capacity to love than I thought myself capable of.
Half of my heart with the man whose eyes stare back into mine with equal wonder and adoration every time.
Half of my heart with my child who's beautiful nature fills me with pride and who puts me to shame when I myself am distant and shy.
Half of my heart with the man who's voice alone calms my anxious mind and in whom a tender embrace I can always find.
And when I fly across continent and ocean, from one to the other, my heart is torn open; the heart of a mother and a lover.
Half of my heart with you, my crazy angel, always, and half with this strange, beautiful man whom I respect more than any other.
The pain I suffer gladly--it's the joy and the love that overwhelms me; so being, I count myself blessed and lucky.