A Few Things
In the beginning
we love everything;
the mobile that hangs
above our head,
the rattle in our hand,
that favorite stuffed animal
or blanket
we put so much faith in.
When the only word for God
is mother and we never have to endure
or pretend, but as time goes on,
those damaging tides roll in.
With each blue crush of the pipe,
we twist and bend,
until only a few things remain
that we truly love.
It’s at that moment of realization,
as if trying to retain our own innocence;
we pull close that which we still hold dear
and thank God above.
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