I stay up
Until
He rises
And it’s illuminating
All around.
Maybe I twirl
like a carnival
Girl,
Lost in my
Blue
Nightgown.
I have a snack
and I
watch
A flick.
I light another
Special
Cigarette.
I rest, I cry, I dream, I pray
I read, I think, I dance, I play
I make a mark across
Every
Day...
Counting.
I’ve given in,
But I won’t give up.
I see
There are stars in
my
Coffee cup,
I won’t lie
I drink them up,
Tasting heaven.
Embrace
my sweet child,
There’s joy in company.
Three cats purr
In perfect
Harmony.
The world may be
Burning
Yet
I’ve never felt
So
Free
Trusting
What
Heals
The Mother
Heals
Me.
About the Creator
Monica Spirit Hawk
Mother, Lover, Goddess, Warrior.
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