From an adult- child....
I would not be here but only forthe exceptionality of your life
conceiving gift and stoic power
of bearing
the pang of child birth
to deliver from within , me, allowing
me to be inside a body
that used to be yours.
By fundamental decree, a seed holds
a forest
and you, human race and in your eyes
never do I grow old, no matter
you rub your face
on the white stubble of my cheeks
and see my silver skull gleam up
at you through thin combing.
By virtue of being creative
not created
you have raised yourself
a monument in a place
unseen by bodily eyes-
in the mind and memories
of whole mankind....and with due
gratitude
revered when alive
venerated when dead.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2023-10-04 at 08:08
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