Thursday, November 9, 2023

A Moment

A Moment  10/16/21


On the ridge

Above the prairie,

Assailed by wind,

A silent voice.

A whisper unheard

Spoke:

“You are my child.

I am pleased.”

On the ridge

Above the prairie,

Assailed by wind,

Enclosed in love,

We were one.



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