she was grateful
our hazy star hung low for hours
granting just a few more moments
to walk the salty sand
to feel the water’s warmth
to hide in her history
two years
and countless tears
melting into the ocean
there, as the moon replaced the sun
she was grateful
for the mother you’ve become
for the woman you’re becoming still
more beautiful with every passing day
whisper to her now
the truths she needs to hear
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