My Father found this place for me; my Mother beckons me in.
They know my fear; They know all of me better than I know myself.
It must be time for me to be unafraid; to go with my Brother and Sisters.
They found this place for me; for, it is my Mother I am modeled after.
I cling to Father with a deathgrip; and, I learned to think like Him.
No, He said, you are my daughter; it is time to meet your Mother.
Then, I can walk with my sisters beside our Brother; to tell of our
Grandfather, the seed of love and our Grandmother the sustenance of life.
Together, They brought the Spirit of Love to life;
and, taught the next generation. Let me honor that spirit well.
A Dusty Soul