For Parks

This is why I do street poetry. I wrote this poem for a lady whose 16 month old nephew was diagnosed with leukemia and would be in chemo for the next two years.


These nights of quiet surrender.

These painted days sacrificed to everything we want

everything we struggle with.

We love through our weakness.

We love through days of tenderness when we are washed with relief

knowing grace has found us in this stubborn wasteland.

Nights when the sound of a baby’s beating heart cannot be

separated from our own.

We believe in this beat and cherish the determined smile

of a young soul taking its first step into a larger world

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