Dearest precious eons old
caterpillar the playful ***** rushing swimming to the food bank a Matrix egg; birthed as babies growing to man to women to grand-parenthood transforming aging to
cross to grave in short,
what a ride bittersweet journey.
My friend, pro life I am.

Indeed we the human race are
absolutely magnificent with all the poisons we over come by air bad foods;
all the enemies we face from the womb, to the mystery of daily living.

This goes for all of mankind indeed
In this world we are born to belong!
but remain strangers dear fellow men
and women poets poetessess.

Death is so common yet so dreaded perceived untimely unnatural.
Life so delicate so graceful,
and utterly short to be marked
for pandemic depopulation.
Life is precious mysterious!

I was born pro life though couple
children were lost an RHO negative motherhood Mom maligned but
other wonderful children lived
my dearest butterflies
my fireflies beloved.
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K a r i j i n b b a
04+13-20