face through the window to the

southern sky-

lips free from complaints,

vital information from my

“genius” stilled.

Wait for my Father’s answer-

in tsunami wave or whisper.


His blessings, sitting on a worn ivory sheet on our


my 2 year old with coppery hair,

oversized sunglasses (her dad’s)

and the flowered cotton white and purple dress we threw

on because it is easier than picking a two-piece


while we eat triangle peanut butter and jelly and

cherry kool-aid.


These are

PROFOUND moments

of learning and hearing.


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