Wrapped in the deeply certain comforts
of faith I roll out the quilt composed of my parents’ marital garb prostrate fully on my freshly cleaned carpet and inhale deeply the scent of blood and time travel the wonder of memory the incandescent magic of kinship I wait for you in the moments after the clatter and rumbling of trains across rusty tracks and loud bells that startle a young child’s mind into fear I see you in the large green leaves of palm fronds the taste of black tea and crispy brown pancakes in the gentle tumbling of a tortoise across wet sand claws sketching your name into my heart And in these times you are foggy like a dream and so deeply a part of me that I can hardly sense my self I can hardly breathe air that does not first cross your lips, filter through your lungs and travel space to greet my waiting chest I prostrate grateful for subtle bravery that can only be seen in hindsight; for words that sway into my mind heard and unheeded in my quiet rebellion; for nimble fingers that weave warmth for a sleeping child and aural tapestries of great white horses and sandy shores knowing that there can be no part of this life untouched by the beauty of yours Thus you continue coming forth again as I grow into motherhood and womanhood leaning your soft skin against mine seeping from my pores in memories I can hardly touch Imprinted Blessed Yours
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