Gentle hands
wipe away
remnants,
stones in your
shoe
calls up
memories,
stealing pears
the neighbor’s
yard,
old Brasilian
wise tales
bedtime stories
while red
and wild
hummingbirds
dart in the trees.
mommy and me
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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