Raspberry

May 18, 2023

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.

 

<———————————->

 

Todos los tiempos

 

que deseabas que ella estuviera aquí

 

- diminutas semillas de memoria

 

que creció en anhelo -

 

 

están bien envueltos

 

en tu tablero de cuna.

 

 

No creas el bombo -

 

la verdadera sangre santa

 

que te dio la vida

 

vino de tu Madre.

 

©BrittanyJadeWilson





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