May 2017
story in a story
“…who wore for the first time, in her casket, a set of new clothes.”
As A Work In Progress for Mini
Even though I did not birth you
I have held you
and, I’ll always hope,
at times carried you
Even though
some may say
Even though
it’s complicated
Even th(r)ough, so very many things,
We could not grasp
Nor understand
I first met you
Before you had a name
Before anyone could see your face
A mere prologue
of a life
I first knew you
As a heartbeat
That lived
just beneath
another one
I once knew
that was born also
of the one my own
had lived
just beneath