January 5, 2015

 

 

Mom and James 1990 5Passage of time, tick-talking, today.

Son-mother moment, red,
curled up in my head,
then unwound,
captured in one hand, violet.
Like yellow beams of light,
stretched out
into the tips of my fingers,
flew, with pumping wings, white,
to rest in the
nest of my heart.

Bright ET light
calling,
“Come home! Come home!”

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