Kestrel.

she was the first
harbinger of madness
and also, the dearest.
anatomical sacrifice
gave way to
physiological imbalance,
but given for a life
greater than my own.

when i first felt the magic
of sensing her inside me
i was fearful and alone.
but as a result of her
nearness
i fell in love again.

she grew
like a dandelion
from soft miracle
to brilliant student
while i wallowed
in my madness.

“i picked you a dandelion…”
she says, hand out-stretched
and green eyes full of pride.
i tuck the precious weed
behind my ear tenderly.

i must love
more patiently
i must embrace
more tenderly
i must proceed
more thoughtfully

to be worthy
of that dandelion.

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