my daughter’s angst against blood and institution, center of peas boiling and arousing my hunger; george suffering twenty-hour shifts crisscrossing this nation.
“The people with whom we have contact are the chisels and hammers that craft what we will become. Our life’s journey is an ever-unfolding work of art that tells the story of where we have been and with whom we have traveled.”
Iyanla Vanzant
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7 comments:
I love this, so intense and intriguing
Ah, this one is personal gumbo Hoping others will come by and share with me. Your feedback is appreciated.
This one has a real authenticty to it. It feels like family, intimate and real.
Sounds like there is a lot happening in your family right now. Great way to describe it.
A look straight into you and yours. True blue and honest, a lovely sincere poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thanks Scott,
This was inspired in part by a documentary I saw and yes, my children. This child by the way is beautiful and inspiring to me.
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