Thanksgiving. {Poem}

I’d never taken a full breath 
Or, taken the time to sit and gaze at my father 
Like he’s a view worth summiting for…
I ache, looking out in awe 
At something far greater than me 
His love extends the horizons, limitless 
My mother is a saint 
How did I not bow to her every day? 
Without complaint, she tends to my brother like a Rinpoche 
His brain is hijacked forever
But his heart, it beats stronger than mine
I gasped, in that class, it hit me all at once…
I felt the bellow for the first time 
There are no horizons  
I’m alive 
There’s still time 
To love. ~Rebecca

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