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I long to be a place of
Comfort for my son.
A cooling water of Zham Zham.
A drinking gourd of what’s to come.
A gentle wind across the eyelashes of oppression.
A sun is meant to rise and set and rise
until Thy Will be Done.
She wished to be a place of comfort for her son.
way before it’s done,
when he came as a seed
announcing his presence in her womb.
She gave him her body and food
to take, eat, and do in remembrance.
He came from within her manger swaddled in a garment,
and she was there to give comfort
with her chest, her arms, her breath, her breasts,
her heart,
her love,
her love,
her love.
Throughout many happy days,
mornings were filled with the goodness of life,
and peaceful, serene nights.
His bed was warm and welcomed.
His meals were soft flesh with a depth of deliciousness.
His smile was her insurance policy called Longevity Life.
She paid the premium timely,
so adulthood would be his unalienable right.
Comfort…
Children must play.
Children always seize the day.
Children naturally have warrior qualities.
Children get lost in fantasy.
Children spin and whirl and wiz…
Children have a natural inclination
to take whatever it is and make nothing into something,
a sword, a laser beam, a lasso, and, yes,
even water and tempera painted rainbow skies
with glittery suns.
Once upon a time there ...