A sacred silver image tucked safely away in warm flowing
nutrients like gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Crystal being formed, shining bone and blood red muscle, eyes and nose
and consciousness of the rythum of Sissy’s heart creating soul and gratefulness
in a new human being in the Benson family.
I sit beside a dark silver river softly glowing by morning moonlight
thinking about Little Bean, a new human being made, my grandchild.
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