Raise you up to view it through your eyes
Fire alighting western skies
Burning daylight with scarlet flame
Our family portrait, horizon-framed
Your small hand rests atop my hair
Sand is cooling, toes are bare
That finger points, eyes want to know
What makes the heaven’s holy glow
“The sun.” I say with absurd pride
As if I myself had placed it in the sky
Your delighted smile then rivaled the star
Healed me like I had never been scarred
I stayed there long after my shoulder went numb
Content with the weight of that bony bum
Where else should a forest Mother be
But with her son, watching day sink into the sea?
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