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Tuesday, June 4, 2019

I would

I would walk through the briars
Poison Ivy, and Icy Creeks
I would climb over large stumps
Face snakes of all types
Enter a dark cave with no flashlight
I would pick up broken glass
And hold it tight in my hand
I would walk across a bridge with no sides
crossing a deep gorge, with my eyes wide open
I would go inside a burning building
and look in every room, and under every pillow
and rug and pull up the floor piece by piece
to find you
And I would find the strength, to carry you out
of the burning building
I would wash you off, give you oxygen
bind your wounds and hold your hand
till you were ready to let go
Then I would watch you walk towards your destiny
Tall and strong and proud
My son


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