November 9th, 2016 11:12am
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From my "Post-scription" series. (AKA After Words)
Offering Words as Medicine to the Suffering.
She woke
this morn
to find her world had
(seemingly) changed.
and yet,
her child was the same
but for a day of age more;
her toes still
added to ten.
her window looked out
on the same scene;
a day's less leaves on
November's chilly trees.
her morning cuppa
still warm in her palm;
refreshing on tongue
and awakening in bones.
She woke
this morn
to find her "heart in her throat"
and seemed sincerely
anxious and worried.
but I say:
"a heart in her throat"?
Oh, good!
Your voice will give voice
to the Loving Choice-
the spaketh times are nigh
and a heartsong may sing;
fluttering out in place
of ire, of condemnation.
A wisp of a warm whisper,
her heart has found voice.
Let's listen.
She speaks.
now
soon
again
to us all...
from her moving heart.
-ShhDragon
(for Michelle Lo.)
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2017
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