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Letter to My Child
You ask if I believe in God.
I think He's left us all alone
like sweaty children in a mall,
searching for our mothers.
But one glance
at your tenderly upturned face,
I can only breathe of white angels,
gossamer reunions,
answers to your silver secrets.
A corsage of light
haloes your head.
All the sweet bouquets
buried in me long ago
you've made blossom,
turn pink once more.
I watch as you soar delicately
through those gates
of mesh and pearls.
Then I kiss you, whisper,
You are God for me.
I think He's left us all alone
like sweaty children in a mall,
searching for our mothers.
But one glance
at your tenderly upturned face,
I can only breathe of white angels,
gossamer reunions,
answers to your silver secrets.
A corsage of light
haloes your head.
All the sweet bouquets
buried in me long ago
you've made blossom,
turn pink once more.
I watch as you soar delicately
through those gates
of mesh and pearls.
Then I kiss you, whisper,
You are God for me.
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