The sun is the butter
The milk is the sky
And I am the fed
The wind is protector
The rain clears the chatter
And I am the daughter
A breath is a fortune
A word is a motto
And I am the scribe
And the lung
And the wish
Each morning is gifted
Each evening is prayed to
And I am the sated
The blessed and
The grateful
Amen
Sara Mathews January 2021
Photo by Ingrid Mathews