Even the Rogue Child Is Loved
I was the child
that made you old,
I was also the girl
that couldn't be told
I was a rogue wave
and couldnt
see 'now,'
that was I
cherished
I'll never know how
when you went
away
without word or a
sigh,
I was forever bereft
we didn't get a
goodbye
over time I've
painted
my pictures in
words,
I cried out my heart
in the differing
verbs
I wish I could
harness
and saddle a star
and fly to your side
but your so very far
I dream
conversations
in the depths of
the night,
some seem so real
that we start to
fight
but as in the
wonder
that walked this
earth,
forgiveness was
quick
from the time of
my birth
on a stone tablet
that I've hung on
my heart
I etch in your name
each time it
crumbles apart
of the,
four thousand
eight hundred
and fifty three
days,
I cannot count
every tear
I've shed as I
swayed
now I celebrate the
life
you lived without
fear,
as I smooth out
this page
I feel a presense is
near
I am writing a
canto
that goes on for
miles
I wish you could
read it
its for you with a
smile
I write in your
name
life wasnt for
naught,
in mantles of
flames
your spirit is caught
burning through
history
your memory shall
shine,
I am the poetess
writing a shrine
for a mother who
never
ever, gave up on
me
I will bleed every
word
till my veins have
run free
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