From The Same Cloth

Cut from the same cloth...

That's what it feels like

When you have a child,

And you love that child with all

Of your beating heart...

When their little hand finds yours in the dark

You feel the doors within swing open,

Like they do when you kiss the lips

Of the one you love,

And they love you back to the moon,

And stars...

Yes there will be pain, and hardships galore;

As you wear your cards on your shirt...

Your Achilles heel in your eyes

For anyone to attempt to savage,

But love makes you ever more the hero

And the fighter for survival and for

Self actualizing; though at times on the surface

It feels as if the self has been snuffed out...

All this becomes most apparent for ME

Through the trembling hearts I choose

To surround myself with,

And have chosen me back...

Bonds bring more depth...

I thought I wanted the mask of a dying world,

But bonds wash my eyes and toss the snakeskin

To the wind...

Bless this boy who now swims

In a half sleep beside me,

And please may he find a

Healing sleep soon

Where his dreams

Reveal even more untapped potential...

Cut from the same cloth...

I feel his flesh and mine combined

As he struggles through dirt

To find himself in an uncertain world...

My boy against the high beams facing

The strain of his fresh petals now in bloom...

11/14/23

Bunny Villaire

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