Sounds are a soft touch
you might say that they
leave the skin unfurrowed
but the heart bears the
wrinkles of their
passage
the harsh words
bouncing off the
icy air
or the snap of a bullet
have no power over
the song of someone
beautiful calling my
name, love
better even than
this blissful gift
is the tiny little toy
propeller sound of
your cloudy
baby heart,
changing the
doctor's office into a wizard's
tent
nor the needle of your
cries
the day you opened
your eyes,
that red mouth
making a pillar of
air that lifted my heart
my little one carrying every
egg of my
future
the blood of heroes
from my own forested veins
into yours
You
as you made words, as you called for me
raising arms to me,
saying "up!"
I am only so big and strong
as you see me
a hero only as you have led
me to be
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