It is not your hands or even your face that I need to hold on to tight.
It is your thought that I need to hold on to tight. And I do. I am at peace that I don’t need anything else from you that I don’t already have.
The purity of your thought is what I had been raised on, and the purity of your thought is what runs through me like sap through the core of the trees. I grew tall.
To my mother August 21st 2023
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