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