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by rachie
Rated: E · Other · Family · #1880259
words from my motheer and my father
Candle breath
.
when the candles breath
so do the ghosts
it is their irreverent call of life on the street
that
Makes me wonder
Why they think they can draw life
Where they have asked a toll.
When the candles breathe
I hold my breath
Until
i am a babe rubbed...then swaddled...watching the candles
On my mother’s mantle.
Ghost
Do not bother me with your vain thoughts,
or arrogant summons
my mother loves me
far beyond the time the candles burn
or the wick
or the wicked
or the wicked you thought I was
I breathe when the candles breathe
And wait for
Other swaddled others loved
And light the candles again .
Father will I ever know you.
My brothers said I would.
They spoke about the candle
They spoke about the fire
They told me of your youth
And how you were for hire
Daughter I breathe
And know your children are swaddled
And they will do so for others
Do not forget to paint your walls
And watch for the babe that needs
To be swaddled
.

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