Home Is Where…

MEADOW AND DOG

You’re not lost anymore
Happy at last to roam
In your own meadow
With mountain view and
The steady companionship
Of one old dog

Better for you there
Than here where roots
Run deep but tangled
And antiquated sorrows
Muffle the birthing cries
Of newborn grief

Shaking hands hold
Those swaddled infants
Graying heads rock them
Gently through the night
Praying for their safety
Until meadow and dog
Can find them

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