I am an infant - your child,
in your arms, God,
nourished at your breast,
warmed by your milk, Mother.
Don't let me go.As an infant,
I come to you.
Lying back in your arms,
listening to your heart and my heart
together.Speak to this child.
I don't know what to do.
I'm afraid I'll make a mistake.
Tell me where to go,
and what to do.
Take my hand,
Guide me.
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What Really Matters: Poems About Love, Loss, & Trauma
PoetryThis is a collection of poems inspired by love, loss of love, and other tragic and traumatic events that began in late July of 2000 - so some poems are about love and others about the loss of that love. This is my autobiography in poetry form. I had...