Occupy Poetry

The Future

BY Friscobeat

She rises from our bed like a satisfied sigh
and as her sleeping gown slides to the floor
the sun's first rays softly illuminate her body.

She becomes clearer as I wake
and I see her ripening curves
holding the future for us all.

Though I am old enough to be her father,
the father of her offering is ageless.

Though I might not have enough days
to be with her at the birth, I am content.

In the beauty of her womanhood and
in the fierceness of her painful giving she
affirms the rhythm of the world that always returns
to balance, simplicity, transparency and equity.

Friscobeat at http://poetryoccupyingoccupy.com



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