Life
floats nine months,
then makes its way
crushed for thirty long hours,
squeezed from under the heart of things
past the blood red fire, riding the drumbeat
of love into shining
light.
.
.
(For Saige, Martina, & Jared)
Life
floats nine months,
then makes its way
crushed for thirty long hours,
squeezed from under the heart of things
past the blood red fire, riding the drumbeat
of love into shining
light.
.
.
(For Saige, Martina, & Jared)
Having another baby Mrs. Bird?
lol chris
Eek. Wash that mouth! Saige belongs to a fellow UBC grad student.
But it taste yucky!
You think so?
Well, yeah!
Wow!
Good to hear from you again, Melody.
Life’s first obstacle is good prep for what lies ahead.
Good thing we forget about it, eh?
I love this poem. 🙂
Thanks, Sue.
I appreciate you stopping by.