Sunday, March 5, 2017

The Larger Nest: a poem


I will never fully be family—
he and his children by another woman
draw lines in the sand,
and while I might toe the grains
give salt to salt,
they are not mine and
I am not theirs.
Still,
I see him in them--
this gesture,
that laugh.
50% of all marriages end in divorce—
100% of all lives end in death.
And so, I bear such little tragedies
nestle them with a light-hearted
sigh
in a much larger

nest.

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