If
every time
you said my name
I could pluck it
from the air
like an amber bead,
I would collect
enough of them
to make a rosary
so I can pray
to the one
who gave you voice.
Voice — a meditation
the stories that made me
the stories that made me
If
every time
you said my name
I could pluck it
from the air
like an amber bead,
I would collect
enough of them
to make a rosary
so I can pray
to the one
who gave you voice.