For my children
Too young to knowwhy my sores bledbut carrying the burdenof my bleeding anyway,healing my own wounds…
you see me — stripped of all definitionsand the cages that go with them — how can I ever repay this peerless gift of acceptance?
The simple gift of a single word, leading to a poignant line, one at a time, butthousands now and each unique — giving a voice to so many…
I found the words, closeted and lonely — Brushed away cobwebs,Tears, and sadness,Arranged each one with careAnd presented…
