uploaded July 19, 2013.
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I Remember You
Layers and layers of years fell upon my head
Whitening my now thin hair
My face follows its path paling away.
As the paint on my wheel-chair chips slowly
I saw the plain grasses turn to ash
Only to spring again to house mice and fauna
I wonder now as I lay
If my Creator will allow me to spring forth again
A wild flower
A tulip
A rose
A human-being
A new spirit no less
My feet are cold, haven't walked in days
Maybe weeks
I just rock back and forth, my hands blindly searching for
Hair, ears, smiles, I hear their giggles
The giggles of the fourth generation, gentle creations
Creations of mine who won't listen
Creations of mine who call me blind
But who are only leading each other into the pit.
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