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I, Father

When they were born, he was humbled quiet,
his heart taking seed in that fresh ground, quiet.

Much of the turmoil in his mind settled,
until even his feelings did sound quiet;

and when they were taken, to his own shame,
instead of protest they only found quiet.

The sapling he had been, grown in lush soil,
infertile now, withered with profound quiet.

Far too late, he begged for their love returned,
pleading tears until they were drowned, quiet.

This offense, his only true legacy,
Brendon’s mouth twisted up, bound. Quiet.

Trinkets

Three coins strung together around my wrist;
the toll for love is always at hand,
as many paid as has been collected.

One coin gifted for the love that defines us;
the love that plays beyond the boundaries of time,
and inspires us to pursue it more.

Another owed for the love that has been taken;
always too soon, should one live to see it gone,
but owed the same, for the loss costs us no less.

A coin borrowed for the love that remains;
languishing there, just beyond our horizons,
yet no less worthy of what alms we offer.

Last, the bracelet itself, held for my daughter;
who may have forgotten that love is still here,
but still kept safe, for here love will always be.

Rachael Running

A winter’s grain in the hands of the sun,
The blossom of spring outstretched in embrace,
A wind from summer’s eve on a warm face,
Autumn leaves laughing beneath tranquil steps.
Each year swells with you between it’s bookends
While I, lost in pride, find our time displaced,
yet you run so fast that I must give chase
to stay with you as long as time portends.
The steps you take grow larger every day,
so oft diverting from the path we made;
you have and will always forge your own way,
while we tag along in admiration.