• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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Borrowed Blessings

When do we stop
remembering
their names?
Even in the vastness of despair I
still search for
my mother’s
face.
My daughter brought with her birds and
turtles, trees and
time.
She speaks so clearly in Jade Green behind those Skyline Blue eyes and
I could loose days entwined in her hair that thickens daily, soothing her third eye and I don’t know if she is blessed or cursed with this otherworldly insight that I
can not articulate to the untrained.

Fearless and ready she knows
that she will ride waves
and they are already calling

Fearless and unsteadily I know
that she chose my school

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Borrowed Blessings

Even sizeless she can size up the seven seas and every siren and
With the blessing of every God her purity of heart is safeguarded and
I pray that the tides that orchestrate
her fate are kind to both her and
I and
gift us with wise winds that
return her
home to
me

as I will never forget her name
that the wise winds whispered
into my ear long before she arrived and
I call her name every day hoping that
she will always long to reunite with
her first
drum.

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