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To Winter

About this poem:

A verse in which Teal is talking to her son, Winter, as an infant

Awaken love.

May the blue, ethereal, newness of your eyes look upon this world.

May your tiny, uncoordinated hands explore it.

The sun lays itself across your window this morning.

May you greet it with a smile which will never vanish from your lips.

You are home, with me.

May you always keep this kiss I lay across your cheek.

Awaken love, and know you make a heaven of my everyday.




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