Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Journeys

I am grateful I did not begin life in a dresser drawer.

Journeys:
They are meant
To continue
Mother's
Father's
Arms and beyond.
Some begin life
Cradled
In a dresser drawer
Some
In a soft swaddle
Rocking
Rocking
Rocking
Journeys:
They are best meant
To begin
Someplace soft
So before hard times
Come
We know
Someplace soft
Exists
And hard
Is not all
There is.
Journeys:
Soft and hard
and soft again.


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