History Unfolds

His head rests on me,

I touch his hair.

He looks at me from the corner of

his eye.

He's wearing his, " I love Bacon " shirt.

We watch the inauguration,

he rolls into a pretzel,

twelve years old and restless.

I want him to witness

this moment in time.

Lives sacrificed so 

we can be free.

Mothers, fathers, sisters,

brothers , children,

are present in this crowd,

a sea of humanity,

all anticipating this moment.

Pride within them,

red, white and blue.

He groans, half yawning,

hoping I let him go back to his room.

I hope he takes this in,

it's a part of him,

a part of us.

I tell him he is blessed

and privileged,

to be born under these blue skies,

where he is free.

Where his voice is heard,

where he counts.  

America

 I have laid my head

on your chest and I listened to your heartbeat.

America

 you brought me to my knees,

poured salt in my wounds and

healed me.

You lifted me,

you embraced me,

you gave me a home. 

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