Dear You,
You’ve gone ahead and taken over
as you should,
wrapping your arms around my rubbish.
Verdant flourish over my decay.
Filling air with sweetness
for which only you have the prescription.
Teach me one more time to play.
Your Foundling
Dear One,
We are a braided ribbon.
One, yet separate,
of hues unique.
Not in isolation, but communion.
I am always there for you,
will you be for me?
Your Loving Mother
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Author’s Note:
Na/GloPoWriMo Day 11. Write a letter to and from.
Dear You. Watercolor, pencil, computer. Lex Leonard
To Create... 
Love, love, love! Your poem reminds me of the letter someone would write to themselves to their younger self.
“Not in isolation, but communion.” speaks to me of the need to find our own spirituality, to define ourselves as a citizen of the world.
Thank you for this!
Thank you soooo much. I really appreciate your words.
You are welcome!