Share with me
those blocks on
carpeted preschool floors
where we sang “ashes to
ashes” together
like we were all dying
share with me
how to fall down
scabs and scuffed knees
pain is a language we
all speak
share with me
pieces of your timid tenderness
some kisses and some
giggles
and so much of
something else that has no name
share with me
the ear to your
imagination
and sink yourself
into the stories of how
we make it out of this
share with me
the warmth of your home
when the weather
changes to misfortune
and let me thaw, there near
the hearth
share with me
your vast patience
and I will show you
that not even the birds
are born to flight
share with me
the simple things
when I grow
hungry—break bread with me
and I will always
nourish your soul
share with me
your suffering
and I will show you
my love
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