Sunday, December 5, 2010

Growing Pains

She is digging with her shoe a tiny, secret spot in the broken land 
And into it, she places a seed she pulled, a glowing tooth
Out of the mouth of a  dream she had about her unborn daughter
Who covered her mother with a sheet of paper and waited
Shy behind the door for the word: Grow.  

Even when it isn't comfortable or convenient.   

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