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family, grace, living, love, secrets, sometimes, story, the part you never knew, truths, who i was before I was, writing in the dark
granny kept his secrets
until the day she died –
surrendered with her breath
every want
to question why
some stories flow a river
beginning at the end
til all we have is what became
of places we have been
tis why the nightbird cries
remembering her song
– what man became my father
when mama came along
I hold my demons closer
than words I dare not speak
truths that weigh much more
than you love me
for every doubt
another waits
to claim the life between
who I was before I was –
dreams I dream
for every secret traded
there are some I’ll never tell
– why granny kept her boots
in the woods
beyond the well
. . .
