the work was love

{this poem was first published on Heavenly Princess}

The Work Was Love

The work was love
Invisibly increasing until I sensed you
Knitted together
Mysterious stitch under my ribs

The work was labor
Painful pressure until I felt you
Brought forth
Kid with haloed head

The work was life-long
Watchfully woven until I saw you
Slip away
Maverick with your own design

The work was lonely
Twisted tightly until I watched you
Join souls
Singles no longer

The work was lineal
Passed-down pattern until I heard you
Imparting instruction
Gentle guardian

The work was love
Passionate, painful, perplexing, private, public
Creating a masterpiece
Profound, precious, proud, pure, perfect

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