Sages and Pages
Writing until it makes sense
Updated: May 18
How grateful to be
part of this tapestry
one small thread
that remains after death
May it reflect love well
may it be a story to tell
when my children remember
in a white December
Oh, how I hope they laugh
knowing their mom & her path
That I left them full
because I saw the beautiful
and carried threads of my parents too
For it's all, my children, reflected in you
There was a vase that sat on a high shelf in your sitting room. In intricate patterns, the overlapping colors create shapes that reminded your daughter of water. For it was both formed and formless. I
For him to give you his children Without choice or pleasure For him to give you his land Born to hold us captive Your eyes must have shown your dreams And he wanted to ground them to dirt Your walk mu
It flattens me It shatters me It shrinks me It drinks me Having made me liquid by Its sheer force of destruction What has it made of me I elevate myself I combine myself I stretch myself I solidify my