Aspen
Every breath
gives and takes
the golden opportunity;
an embodied life.
Looking down,
seeing myself clearly;
grasping wildly
in an attempt to hold onto
invaluable moments
while
time races by.
I see your face,
cherished memories,
and the love we share
rushing towards the past.
Desperately,
I engrave your every freckle
into my memory
Every giggle
Every tear
In hopes that you will live forever
inside of me.
Devout belief
that all of our relationships
we create and nurture here
are rooted in the Spirit world
staves off
and slightly numbs
the incessant pang
telling me that nothing lasts forever.
Practicing every day
to become worthy
of remembering,
and telling our children
the story of Skywoman.
ⓒBrittanyJadeWilson
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All along your way,
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Cotton, Nettle, and Heather have been spun
to repair your DNA tapestry.
Quilt of loving refuge.
Wrapping all this familial greif
in tears of laughter and homecookin'.
Every dusty corner of your family home
is completely cleansed and fully doused
in floral Water of Achiote
preparerd through generations of celebrations, and survival.
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They showed me your true face,
and against all odds delivered me
to this
safe
healing
place.
Where I starve you, purge you
like the Soul parasite that you are,
and liberate you forever—> send you up to the stars.
And thank you for the battle,
my unworthy opponent,
for all that you’ve shown me
right up to this moment.
