Muddied hands || a poem
*This poem was inspired by a writing prompt from Exhale, an online community for mamas who love to create in the margins of motherhood. The prompt was to take a picture of someone and begin your piece with “I want to remember you this way.” I had just pulled out my camera to snap pictures of my kids playing in the mud and so this fit together perfectly.* I want to remember you this way muddied hands, messy bangs crouched and focused where from dirt and water imaginations bloom and fairy houses form. I want to remember you this way crooked front teeth, wide smile laughing and free where time is limitless and bordem begets creativity. I want to remember you this way sun-kissed freckles, sea blue eyes safe and held where gravity and love tether us as we sit beneath the trees.