Daughter

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It's the inherent grace 

of Little Ones

to unmake our minds and open our eyes

to how the world truly is and not how we are taught it to be.

For before she learns to measure difference

she does walk among garden weeds,

tasting the sour sweet leaves of Sorrel;

Before war and anger show her the other way of emotion

the soul way she knows to go

is the way to Love;

Before school gives her the means to leave the household

she falls asleep in the home of her mothers arms, 

and the bed of her lap;

And before nostalgia becomes the only street back to the good ol' ways, 

she remains walking slow, on stone 

and the silent dirt roads of kingdoms north and east.

In Her are the origins of perception,

and our way

to see things 

clear again.

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