Sunday, May 10, 2020

Many Faces

Faces of the mother 
Are many, oh sweet child 
You know for sure
they see us in all our glory
And they hear us in heartbreak
Small eyes watch how we
Move through this world
Aware
Taking it in to spit it right back out 
In our general direction 
Our eyes watch them, oh sweet child
There goes my heart walking around out in the world 
How we ever stand it
I’ll never know
How we ever learn to sew up the small tears 
Left in our hearts
I’ll never know
But will we ever get tired of the soaring 
Connection of that golden ribbon that binds us 
Not in this life
Or the next 
BL
5.10.20

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