rituals

these days I seek angels,
these days I think of how mom gathered angels around us,
each night, throughout all the years,
these days, I am terrified when I think of how children can be,
like me,
these days, I am more a child than I was before,
these days, I see more of light,
more of rooms,
see more of angels,
than when it was,
all to be taken in, untarnished,
one travels, long, arduous journeys
of roads, of soul
then reach the very same point
see one's mother,
the very same hands,
now mingled with time,
see the very lights,
hear the silence,
find solace in the same rituals,
yet hear, feel, know, it all,
so much more,
so much more,
these days, I am terrified when I think of how children can be,
will motherhood shoo the ghosts out of me?
these days,
I see angels, as soon as I seek them,
yet we had these rituals all along,
all along this growing up ..
to be..