Creating Family In The Mind

Life, created with pureness, dances in the light.

An unscripted innocence,

so real

so abstracted.

The first touch of love, so crisp, so true.

Fragile like thin glass.

I want to cry because you are not here yet.

I dream of the faceless man,

whose acts of love will become your father

and my true love,

before there was you.

Michelle Poet

August 7, 2001