Now and Then

She now stands taller than me with legs as strong as a Viking woman; descendants are we. Wrapped in my arms, I guarded her with the intensity of a thousand Viking women. To protect my babe I would have fought a thousand men. With my bare hands, I would have silenced their breath. Without a …

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Flying Home (poem & photos)

The one slow to step returned to the state where she drew her first picture and her first breath. I am here ready with open arms โ€“ the same arms that she fell into after taking her first step. The one slow to step was ready to fly away, but in my arms, extended from …

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