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I see you sit in patchwork sun
From clouds that mute the earth Wind spilling on the rippling grass To tease your chin with mirth I see you in the furrowed frown Of earth's abundant beds Your fingers sifting diligent For tiny acorn heads I see you planted, lioness, Among the weeds and woods Red-cheeked, somber, pondering Our house, our gold, our goods All with a quiet innocent stare Of fawn amid the trees All with the solemnly hushed air Of female reveries All with the smallness of a bird With dirt-stained hands and feet Squatting silent in our lawn Watching your brother eat.
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First-born son of first-born son
Small carrier of the old name Little torch of Blue fire Crowing joy Flocking your eyes Dauntless Paper boat on a cragged coast Poised under The morning sea star Pulling from my hands Tipping your weight Reaching your foot A test, a longing You look at me Let me go Your arms thrusting up - Sighing to Dive into the wind Ecstatic, fearless, flawless, forward To run Towards broken shores Bare feet on the red Dismissing pain for The happy meetings The calloused hands The tears of the soul The final dawn. Your ancestral soldier Shield on the stones Hawk trampled in the shade Resurrection in his eyes Waits for you Work yet to be done Little torch of blue fire Small carrier of the old name First-born son of first-born son - I whisper Go. |
MaryWife to my best friend. Mama to a gregarious 3yo boy, a determined 18mo daughter, a darling baby boy due in late July, and a miscarried child we gave back to God. (photos are from Unsplash unless I note they're mine :)
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