Poetry and other writing exploring feminism, motherhood, self, the Goddess, love, life, nature, the outdoors, all things beautiful and divine, all things sacred, destructive, and chaotic.
31 May 2006
My Son
Birds in flight have no creation bigger than mine this child just because he has no wings doesn't mean he can't fly.
He is my greatest poem yet only I can read him.
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