I’m having another one of

Those moments,

Sitting in the serenity

Of my backyard

At quiet evening,

With the sun shining,

The birds singing,

The grass and trees lush,

The temperature perfect,

The air fragrant,

My daughter and husband

Sitting with me,

And I wonder if

I’m supposed to have this.

I frequently struggle to accept

That things are good now,

And that I’m allowed them.

But my foremothers did not

Fight so hard

And emerge victorious

From all their struggles

For me to sit here and wonder

If I should continue to struggle too,

Just because it’s the first time

Any of us have known better.

Yes, little firebird,

They would tell me,

Enjoy the peace.

Enjoy it for us all.

Enough others have

Disturbed it for you.

Stop doing it to yourself.