Farther from my Mother

My mother is an artist

Swirling hues for all to see

My father is a poet

Whose depths are mystery

Mother, I am born from your fluids

I caress your skin

Father, I feel your breath

Your warmth touches my within

My mother is so close

Her secrets weave my clothes

My father is so distant

His wonders no one knows

Mother, I know your touch

As you tumble through the years

Father, I glimpse you from afar

As you humble all my fears

I stand between

As you caress

Your union sings

Through your green dress

I would wish you proud

Of your wild child

Yet shame and sorrow

Are reconciled

For you must watch

As we mature

And trust we make it

Through this year

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