A thousand petals fall
Like a million drops of confetti
A life that has been a song.
I am a child of many mothers;
Not a single breast milked
But every bit a piece of my limb.
Challenges water the rivers of change;
Many joys contained in jars of unblemished incandescence
Like wavy butterflies in slumber;
Imagining and put-on.
In the midst my life
Is just begun.