This was easier to find than I’d feared.
It is a poem about a moment I was
privileged to witness.

Madonna
Her face glowed
Madonna and Child—the love of a miracleFor that child, crucifixion
For hers, who knows?

Months here, advances and set backs
Going home to a life of doctor’s visits

T-ball and drugs
Or, maybe, not at all

But none of that is hers right now
I know, I think she might

But for right now
No caveats, no caution, no fear

Just full born love

Written August 2006

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