Image from Wikimedia Home is that bent combination of shelter, people, warmth, and refugeWhere the conventional and the mavericksCan find respite from the hours(From hard day nights, loneliness,The unacceptable madness of others and loss). Sadly, not everyone has a home.
Image from Wikimedia It isn’t that one child means more than another child or allBut if it’s my child my heart can’t see beyondIt freezesThe motion of Earth freezes. I was meant to love all childrenBut I am constructed only to protect my own with my life I would bear a thousand rapes if that’s
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Photo by Pixabay from Pexels She loved her gran, but feltWhat? Squeamish about hugging her.And now …. Holes, logically, are both ways:Inside out and outside in. Like socks. Or so it would seem to any normal, natural, active girl.But some holes aren’t.Like hugs. How many hugs did you turn away?Only to live to regret the
What say the beauty of your being in my headWhen moon has set I fall bewitched by you instead.I’ve loved you all the more than all the moons aboveAnd all the lights and nights and you asleep thereof.
Father and son we’ve been since I’ve been born.My father. Our father.Paul’s and mine.I’ve so much tried to look through your eyes all these years you’ve been gone. You taught me the way of driving, watching.Looking under parked cars for children’s feet on the other side. Three evenings ago, returning from town, a car was
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