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Complex Wonder — Simple Glory
Think of the sparkle and happiness children can bring.
Children illuminate and unveil so much to parents.
Like magic, we see ourselves in them.
Like an inverse mirror,
we feel and hear our parents words and attributes expressing themselves.
We hear our wrongs and rights exposed and shouting back at us.
- Our self is flayed open with blinding revulsion at what we have created.
Wonder touches the very moment their eyes open.
Alive with honest agony they cry and scream.
Upon the world left without the cord filled with Mother’s dream.
Thrust and awakened filling a new space both odd and frightening.
We see our glimpse and rebel, each one of us wanting return to our cove.
- Our regret is present for mistakes we have unknowingly created.
First rejection and denial consumes and terrifies but then
connection reestablished permeates by touch, smell, hormonal familiarity.
A mother’s love transmits through sound and a warming breast.
But, more horror awaits and creeps like an undeniable addiction.
Hunger and it’s demanding, it’s unwavering and angry plea.
- Our repentance is to make every moment onward one bit better.
A holding of a finger remakes a parent’s world.
Our life poured out in an embrace so small yet mighty.
The coos and gurgles make the…
