I believe my child is smarter
than I ever was-
that the his wiggle
is the embodiment
of grace.
I believe:
in electric hand holding on the beach
as our feet drift together
in the shallow ocean water
and a distant rainbow fades
but never, ever disappears
it is easy to be misunderstood.
I will persist through the fog
our love will last forever
if we have the patience
to wait for the sun to rise.
in writing each day
for the love of words
and the need to be heard,
the hope that I've kept
one reader at her
laptop crumbling cookies
into her keyboard as her
eyes succumb to the sound
of her voice reading my poem.
I believe that nothing dies -
the last breath of
a dying person
is gently drawn in
by the infinite universe,
his soul reborn
I believe that when
my essence is released
you will hold my hand
and follow my spirit
to its new place
I believe in forever and never
even though I know better.
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