Kendra
My Kendra,
My Adventure,
My Love
My images
of Kendra –
So different
from my first birth
Fear, pain,
death
Cut from my
body,
Then cuddled
to my breast.
Ah, milkmother.
I am. I love this.
Big brown
curls. Big brown eyes.
Gorgeous,
this tiny girl, this part of me.
Purple. Everything
purple.
She doesn’t
know what sassy means.
Strawberry
Shortcake. My Little Pony.
From Barbie
to Depeche Mode.
From Houston
to Iceland.
Three times!
She leaves
too early.
How will she
grow to be like me when she lives across the world?
Yet, she does.
The best and
the worst of me.
The inside
out of me.
The loving,
the questioning, the intolerance, the yearning.
The need to
be needed, wanted, accepted, adored.
The need to
fix.
Everything.
Kendra is
an ocean.
I see the
ebb and flow, but am powerless to control it.
There is more.
Life in the depths.
Kendra is
light. Kendra is dark.
Kendra wonders.
Kendra wanders.
A gem like
her – nothing to do but polish her and let her shine.
Always my
most exciting adventure.
Always my
love.
May 1, 2003
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