Tuesday, April 19, 2016

17/30 Kvell

when they found their bodies outside of mine
took their first breaths
announced their arrivals
my silent prayers of peace and whole
became prophecies to be fulfilled

they own their faces and choices
their successes make me proud to be home
away from home
the miles don’t matter
when love is the map
the way we find our way back

they call and my face is beacon
is reminded I am alive and live on
in multiple locations and shapes
and eyes

they will never not be mine
never really away from my
my locket hearts holds their faces
holds their love lifts their voices

every time I open my mouth

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