I am an infant - your child,
in your arms, God,
nourished at your breast,
warmed by your milk, Mother.
Don't let me go.
As an infant,
I come to you.
Lying back in your arms,
listening to your heart and my heart
together.
Speak to this child.
I don't know what to do.
I'm afraid, I'll make a mistake.
Tell me where to go,
and what to do.
Take my hand,
Guide me.
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What Matters Most: Poems About Love, Loss, & Trauma
ΠοίησηThis is a collection of poems inspired by love, loss of love, and other events that began in late July of 2000. This is my autobiography in poetry form. It's not just about love but also about the loss of those I have loved. I had fallen totally and...
