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In the Wake

Wet grass that called for me to step upon

cool and collected

a dimension of the heart

connecting on a cellular level

children with bright eyes and spirits

waiting to be guided, kept safe and seen…

you do this well for them,

I do this well for them.

I met your parents here,

smiling and happy.

I met you here,

moving and warm to the touch.

I woke with a feeling of loss…

loss of a family in which I seek to grow.

I remember the loss they spoke of

and in my wake, I now understand.

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