feathers

i was not there 

when your mother left you

small

bereft

laden and able
i was not there

to bare witness

to your small body

and aching soul

when you lay born

to a world

unworthy 

of your gifts
i was not there

when you asked

for non believers to see 

what you see
thoroughness of defeat

exquisiteness of relief

and tired
beautiful tendrils

reaching for God’s hands

and yours

abiding
in the arms

 of

    L o v e

     and real life
                       angels…

for D…

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