To My Daughter, My son...
Aug 08, 2015
Dear Daughter, son, how I cross the lakes where all mothers and fathers will go
to the deepest waters where the darkness will forever show
and though my hands gave shape to your body and mind
All blood regrets their destination of choosing, for this is our kind
in red wetness that we wade, how I loved you so dearly
and as I stand at the world's edge, I can think and regret so clearly
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