Raspberry
All of the times
that you wished she was here
- tiny seeds of memory
who grew into longing -
are wrapped up
and swaddled tightly
in your cradle board.
Don’t believe the hype.
The real holy blood
that gave you life
came from your Mother.
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Todas las veces
que deseabas que Ella estuviera aquí
- diminutas semillas de memoria
Creciendo el anhelo -
están bien envueltas
en tu tablero de cuna.
No creas el floro -
la verdadera sangre santa
que te dio la vida
vino de tu Madre.
©BrittanyJadeWilson
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