i’m scared walking
so i hold lori’s hand
and she says, its a trouble, mommy,
but don’t worry.
her strong little hand squeezes mine,
then she skips on ahead and i try
to be brave.
* * *
i go to prepare a worki for you
the pain of it too much i want
you to live free breathe clean
drink clean walk safe, i
didn’t make this world, i fought
i’m fighting, dear daughter.
& treasure your touch.