The Shadow on our Shoulders

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“I have daughters and I have sons.
When one of them lays a hand
On my shoulder, shining fish
Turn suddenly in the deep sea.”
― Robert Bly

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A father

promised his son

that he would

give him a Supermoon

but the night was overcast

tiny droplets of rain

fell

upon their upturned faces

but

they did not notice

the tears the clouds cried

over the missing of the moon

for

they were creating tall memories

which would stand on their shoulders

reaching beyond

time

and

space

wrapped in the embrace

of

undivided tenderness

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“I am proud only of those days that pass in
undivided tenderness.”
― Robert Bly

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