So Soft
yet Rough,
Innocent,
Tho weathered,
Young,
but still
Just-so
SO
Old,
Right Fully
Wise,
Unique,
Untethered.
This beauty,
In an instant,
Could
Shred
You
To the bone,
A look at once
Tinder spark burns clean down,
Hot to the quick,
A touch of wisdom,
And wonderment,
Loss,
Yearning for owned validation,
Pure gift rests inside
This Love
Sprinkled in a delicate Soliloquy,
Does not even begin to describe
Such depths,
In darkened corners
And reach
Of this fair freed spirit,
A Beast
With such fleeting,
Gusts of capacity to show
Timber Struck-
By a dropping shelf,
Or cacophony of laughter,
From a talking duck,
Accepting a ring
Eaten by a goose,
To protect in tuck,
From a crouching slumber
This bear,
Sleeps long nights
A quiet farewell,
Before a shut door.
To go do what,
Who knows,
Some quiet
Stolen for self
After echoing
Wafts
Of wishes,
Sweet Dreams,
Only to rise
Once more,
Come Morning,
Of dew light dawn
From a heavy snore snooze,
Stealing but just a brief
Quiet moment solo,
Before the first stretch
Ache, yearning
Good day.
To witness
Her littles,
Smiles &
Rise...
Again-
Oh the joy,
To carry,
The load
Learning childs light
Lifted pain,
Gives courage
Hope,
To a resting
Tired giant,
A mother,
Her love,
Can not be forsaken,
Towering creature,
So kind,
So scary,
A wonder to see,
This Spark,
This fire,
Bestowed unto me.
What a Gift.
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