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Survival frames from outside in-

gird by outer stress,

fears inside cower safe

a nurtured life facade.

Survival brain protects and stands

against, and never for.

Safe until the moon sets long-

a quiet tremor felt,

the winds subside,

a sigh is heard,

before you fall apart..

65

More years behind than ahead

Tomorrow with no lasting definitions or weight

Just a wall of trees guiding the way home

kissed by too many suns.

A touch of grace

to have and to hold

this day beginning to end….

Beget

I will remember

this innocence

tattered by life and broken

dead

grace be damned

and fathered still

I will remember

though knowing too late

the father loss pain

of his begetting

Promise year: 41

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To have and to hold “will not last long”

-too messy too expectant they said

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.

Origins

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trusting scarcity somehow to direct a life.

But daughters

hold treasured seeds of grandma’s eyes and DNA

inside their wombs not yet full

and they dance.