In this mansion of a heart you have always had a room of your own, a place where you whispered the wisdom traditions of mothers, a place where you could tuck your prayers and hang your hopes, a place that I could go when distance kept us apart. Now, here, your room will always remain, […]
I’ll pluck these scraps of light from between branches and leaves and slices of night. I’ll hold the honeyed glow from street lamps, catch every shooting star; and use them to stitch you a moon. I’ll collect each raindrop and remember each tear. I’ll ebb and flow, I’ll drift with the river, until you can […]
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