J.M.

Aren't true friends amazing? A (very) little writing for one of mine below. Cheers!

You warm me

up more

than the tea

you serve.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.

Sad Song

you remind me of

a song that,

as a presumptuous teen,

I once belted out

of the window of my best

friend's car, defying

sound as we sped headlong

into the night.

then,

the song

made me feel

that I was everlasting;

that life would run its course

(and then some), as it was

surely intended,

and love would be something

that felt like the earth falling away

from beneath my feet.

now,

it just makes me

wistful,

and full of desperate remembrance.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.

Lake Gus-ke-wau

I remember the silver

moon

that shone over us

one night,

late spring.

So well lit

was the silent forest

by its presence,

that we felt

brave enough

to disrobe, tossing

aside our

inhibitions and knickers

to wade through

the shallows of the lake,

dive into its

weedy underbelly,

laugh at our daring,

and resurface cleaner

than the days we

arrived on this

fair earth.

Copyright, Catherine Young, Jan. 6th, 2012.

to bed each night

with heart in hand,

tender lives

and grief un-manned.

tonight we sleep,

two souls together.

intertwined.

now. forever.

Copyright, Catherine Young, Jan. 3, 2012.

Pegboards

Do you remember how

these pegboards

used to be empty?

Neglected by time and

the past owners; empty skeletons

in our home.

I

think

they were waiting

for us,

for we have filled them

with hooks and hangers,

screw drivers and hammers,

paint brushes and canvases,

old licence plates, souvenirs,

and memories.

We have filled them -

ourselves -

with purpose.

And here, our purpose

will be become

more memories to

hang amongst

the others.

Copyright, Catherine Young, Jan. 3rd, 2012.

Question

How does my

husband's

button-down fit so

well, and meld

to my body

like

hair clings

to a balloon

after a burst of

furious rubbing,

when we are so

clearly

unmatched in

size?

Copyright, Catherine Young, Dec 28, 2011

Motherhood

This is about how

life goes from

being

less about me,

and more about

Zoodles lunches and

constantly smelling like

sour milk.

Copyright, Catherine Young. December 16th, 2011