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Letter to my firstborn.

Load Stone Star

In dark of new day
Perhaps 2 am or three
I woke up to pee, and
Heard you say,
"Please can I have water?"
I touched your forehead on fire
You were three going on four.

I clothed you, wrapped you in warmth
From dew of dark night
Your brother slept in his crib
As I carried you on my shoulders
Pass canals, and alleyways, and lanes
And over across Belize's swing bridge
Even the market place slept as I walked.

In the emergency room, you were first
For your temperature had climbed
Making you soundless in my arms
In room of nurse and doctor, handing
The pill, bating your fever;

You were my load stone star, sent to me
When I needed a friend
I then began a course in duty.

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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May 31, 2015 at 8:20 AM
Iris, enjoyed. the more I read the deeper it got
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June 1, 2015 at 9:23 PM
Thank you for stopping by, dear one. She's now forty-five, and sometimes behaves as though she's my mother.
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