by Laurie Barnaba

    Unanchored, I was lost
    In the cold waters
    Of your massive stone walls.
    You sheltered me
    As you did the furniture,
    My mother-in-law's china,
    The first wife's silver,
    But never did your arms
    Embrace me. Fresh paint
    Couldn't calm the dragons.
    My notch-
    Destined to drown within
    Your sea of otherness.
    You swallowed me
    But the seed inside grew
    And on that warm April day
    We brought him home.

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