By
Kara L.C. Jones
I gave my dream over
to her soft hands
weathered by age and hard times
I told her my dream of horses and lizards,
but we came to no conclusions
We stood in each other's gaze
knowing each other whole
She told me I seemed as her daughter
ethereal
and then someone pulled her saying it was time to go
One last glance, a steady look, eye to eye
"You will be well," she said
with an air of conviction
that I do not yet possess
Dedicated to Antoinette in thanks for
her Guidance
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