You may have birthed me in this life my physical mother yet I am not yours alone to claim for I have been the daughter of so many others and I was not born to follow your path or your ways as I have my own journey here to take and I may be of your flesh but…
Wild Beauty
For my daughter I love the darkness and the storms in your eyes as well as the light, the rage of your untamed seasons, the wild wind within you and the calm of your more quiet days where there are only slow dreams to move through, to remember you after all the wars and all…
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No wind or wing but only a hope and a dream…
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