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There Was a Child Went Forth

There was a child went forth every day
And  the first object he look'd upon, that object she became
And that object became part of her for the day or a certain part of the day
Or many years or stretching cycles of years

Steaming cups of brown sustinace
Became inmprinted in daily rituals
And soft hands gently giving her small body a shake to wake her
And there were mounds of soft piles of dirt that i constructed
And pine trees surrounding my home
And filling tiny nostrils with a fresh scent of spring

A grandmother with pursing lips to greet her once again
And wrinkled skin like folded tufts of velvet cloth
And animated comedy entertaining this young mind
And hands aged with experience cooking sweet southern sustinance
for her sisters and her

A father with his booming voice
And unforgiving hands
And whisps of fading gray hair
And a hearty belly calling to be embraced by her little arms

A mother gentle and sweet
And caring words to comfort a broken soul
And rocking rocking silently back and forth
A newly birthed baby sister
And answering the beckoning call of three children

The horizon's edge, the sun sinking beneath prickles of trees
These became part of that child who went forth every day,
And who now goes, and will always go forth every day.