my daughter in spirit visits me often
at different stages in her growth
i saw her brightly in her adolescent
perched lips and a stern brow
with the aura of a literal fairie.
another vision came in the early dawn,
of a baby sweetly in my arms
with a full head of hair
making suckling noises at her hand
but her face wasn’t clear to me
my son, is still a mystery.
but he wants to be named now.
i find myself
and then he will find me i assume.
Hamsa, Lennox, Ezra, Nile
whichever he chooses, i hope then he’ll reveal himself.
It seems I birth new ideas and my children begin to ask what about me?
Felineisms 