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i dont have much to write. simply to say that metaphors touch my heart. like the way my nephew does. when he smiles and shows
his cute baby teeth. he has a gap on his two front teeth that resemble his fathers, my brother, my blood.
His two dimples. A gift from my brother and I. We each gave him ours to fill him with the love we never had.
He smiles. And smiles. Not a care in the world. A love so strong that I begin to wonder if that love always existed but kept inside this little boy until we were ready to embrace. He moves me.
verbs move me. acting.walking.writing.talking. they move me to choose my decisions. i choose. i act. i think. i'm happy. I choose my nephew. I choose love.
With courage,
RPoet