If you took a black magic marker
dividing up your parts
the things that stuck and the things that didn't
the people who cross
your path
under the big shading hat
and crooked staff
a nod or sharing a slice of life
pondering your need for directions
drawn out in the dirt
would you forever wonder
of remember each traveler along the way
those who spit
ones that picked a wild flower
weaving it in your heart
you are your journey
you are a little bit of everyone
genetically formed
softly carried through the forest
of lions and bears
oh my
blessed is the soul
who learned to be brave
who taught the beauty of kindness
a daddy's girl
always
learns the path to life
from the love of his heart.
barb
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