To have and to hold would not last long
too messy too expectant
yet 41 promise years later,
we stand each whole and yet one.
Never really over,
the gospel of love embraced.
The time together traced in the lives of too many
but especially three
with days years or moments left to bloom.
Only so many heartbeats said a man-
trusting scarcity somehow to direct a life.
hold treasured seeds of grandma’s eyes and DNA
inside their wombs not yet full
and they dance.
Can you read without listening to the words?
Can you see without hearing thoughts?
Time to bow to the listening side of our hearts.
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