My mother’s hands

My Fathers fine hair

My sister’s love of adventure

I say’ I love you’ easily

Because you said it without censure

I fight for every underdog

Because of all you bullies

I find beauty in a stone

Because you showed me truly

All my sobs and tears

Because he taught me how to cry

I saw how much I hurt you

And so it hurts to lie

Beautiful mosaics we are

- more beautiful with age

...

Is it all beauty? Are we all angels?

or is it just call of duty to our primal selves,

Let’s compete, beat, eat and make sure we’re top dog on the street.

Thats nature after all.

Adam and Eve after the fall

Cast out,no hope, no vision

All our progress an illusion

Get back to the garden? ha!

We have to give ourselves the pardon

Let go, understand it’s all ok

Man’s tapestry is just as fine

As a b...