bonnie beams

i see 

who she is -

though you may

mistake

deeming fake

the heartlight

perpetually shown -

 maybe because as her child

i relate

for the cynics

in us

are not left 

overgrown

this little poem is part of an early Mother's Day exercise. written about my beautiful, childlike mom, it relates other things, too - like, how i'll rock the boat of others' perceptions, pointing out who or what they may have misunderstood.  this quality often tops my list of Jesus' best.  (don't get me started on how missed he is.) to his credit alone, i have even learned to jump in more, to let my own vessel be tossed about.

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poem written by c. l. atkinson