Family Album
by Vicki Robin
We must show pictures of our futures like we show pictures of our past
Here’s Aunt Lisa, smiling, not having gotten the dark cancer that today is secretly growing
We are birthing worlds out of the belly of our souls.
I cannot tell stories of your kindnesses.
They are yours because the real story is the light in your eyes.
Let our future shine through the mysterious doorways we know only as receptors.
Project. Project your visions. They are your issue. Show them like photos of grandchildren. Say to us, “See, these are mine!” Be so proud of the ‘can be’ in the small ‘what is’ that no one will doubt that beauty is coming, that beauty is coming.
We must show pictures of our futures like we show pictures of our babies
With the tenderness that sees worlds of weddings and weeping in small bundles of flesh.
We must say to one another, “Here’s what can be. I have birthed it and will help it grow.”