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Nara and Her Mother

 

When comes Autumn and better elements turn a pretty rebuttal

Nonchalant in the sunshine and the in-between droplets on window sills

There’s a light none considerate of the dark yet equal to all measures in breath and joy

                                    When sitting warm with her Mother

                                    Nara yawns a smile and in the arms of her melody is whole-hearted still

 

When comes Winter tutelage and the festive riots turn rapid both low and merry

Earnest and sleepy in a throw of linens drawing dreams upon the communal hearth

There’s a girl who writes sonnets that are heard in her own way and the only way quiet does

                                    When sitting warm with her Mother

                                    Nara yawns a smile and in the arms of her melody is whole-hearted still

 

When comes Spring and Grandfather Tree spills his incubated barefaced secrets

Free to dream and so it would seem, so falls all the new ghosts upon the wafting breeze

There’s a spirit too who takes a turn about the room, mewing as she would and so she does

                                    When sitting warm with her Mother

                                    Nara yawns a smile and in the arms of her melody is whole-hearted still

 

When comes Summer and Heaven has decided to call there will be no spirit broken

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And she is there

 

Even in the space that is crookedly absent, knowingly absent, absent of its very own space-

In its gravity her Mother’s silent honeyed light has not elapsed

 

For on the edge of every universal door ajar, the keen starry-eyed traveler rises and ahead                                                           sprints-

 

And she is there

 

When sitting warm with her Mother

Nara yawns a smile and in the arms of her melody is whole-hearted still

 

As in the pioneered saddle of every surveyor who vanquished the dusk

                                                Unabashed and unafraid, for her it will be Summer ever more

 

 

Written by Jason Douglas Smith

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Merry Christmas with Fondness of Memory and Love,

Jason xoxo - December 25th 2018

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