La Llorona

Drifting in and out of here or there

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Power high

Christmas sweets, chocolate in the air but only in my imagination as I drift down the remembering river, cruising the waterways to my last holiday with my babies and their laughter ringing in my ears as the little gifts are shared.
The trees hang here with light unlike the little houses we shared when we lived. I can settle into the electric center of the brilliant colors and lose myself in the energy around me forgetting for small moments the history of death.


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