no one but you and I
I, who carries you like a Christmas present,
walking soft, with a grin and a
prayer
am overwhelmed by what I have been chosen to perform (what a gift! what a task!)
this sickness, this exhaustion is taking everything and everything is going to be fine
staying in survival mode, protective
no one but you and I
I, who has rivers and lakes and streams of strength that you may be surprised to see
I have evoked the spirit of my mother and my Mother
I, too, have swam and seen the beginning...
