Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Ancestral Valentine

How much easier
Now I’m older
To honor my mother
And my father
We both were wrong
And perfect in our way
For one another
But that they were willing
To pick me up stranded
On some asteroid far away
And live with me until
I could find my feet
And their mothers and
Fathers some of whom
I got to meet famine
Refugees from overseas
Who lived in the country
And took naps in the afternoon
While I was free to wander
Through fields and clouds
To a forgotten cemetery
Or a clearing in the woods

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