 29 Oct 2001 @ 10:39, by Merilene_M. Murphy
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the garden we build is not far
by merilene m. murphy (peazritr@mediaone.net)
written 04.19.01
the garden we build is not far
the place we want to live
always so green
always so tender
always so us if i remember
how to flow as i go
a wing here
off the tongue of spring
promised & given
seeds under winter snow water
so it is with flow
there was a silly dam
what the hell did i build it
around my soul for in the first place
i'm 45 & a teenager still
single no children
i live off love songs & dance beats i feel
all my friends have real lives
husbands & children & homes
their disco days live in me
wise to the beauty of waves transformed
& holding still to the solid gold flow of soul
sometimes i sing the deliverance words & dance
light years of consolation, condolence
it's one thing to lose a son
it's another to be the stab victim of a brother's son
my mother lost her baby boy before he was 20
my brother's son tried to kill me before he was 19
& so my tears are sometime storms
cracking thunder & lightning
like all mothers & sisters crying together
for brothers
for sons
who are also crying
& rocking out the nights of loss
all us like flowers who have lost our way from spring
& all we have is what we always knew but forgot
spring always comes
sometimes i remember
sometimes i dance not to mourn but to flow
& i do in these moments sing my springtimes forever
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the garden we build is not far
by merilene m. murphy (peazritr@mediaone.net)
written 04.19.01
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