burning silver and gold
by wyatt, age 7
by wyatt, age 7
my mom told me i was born in the night
when i was walking up the wall
her blood was my blood and
her food was my food.
i was soaking in the sweet dreams,
sleeping in the hospital.
the next morning
i was an inch taller and
i was growing. . .
my eyes were a burning silver and gold.
the next night i had a nightmare.
i called, "momma."
she would always come.
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3 comments:
By Wyatt? Really? And not our poet laureate? Brittany and I are floored. We miss time with your family and with your children.
OK, so that's awesome. And there is a song waiting to be written out of the line "my eyes were a burning silver and gold."
Wow. Love it.
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