Love me,
will you,
drape your arms around my chest.
Keep me warm
while I sleep,
dreaming of my children to the West.
Do not carve me out
with a desperate hand
or avaricious eye.
But if you must,
keep your voices down
so that I can hear their hearts are still beating.
© Copyright Persephone Vandegrift 2008
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