Gold

There’s still a toxic

Root in me.

From a family

That became mine 

Through love.

A family 

I was once building

But, it was lost.

And

Over time

Another grew and 

Took its place.

The new family

Is just right.

I am nourished

And supported 

By love.

Though cautious

To let more

Roots in.

And so 

I ask

Ancestors

Please

Heal my roots.

Gold

Rhythmic waves

Of liquid gold

Surging 

Into my feet

My legs

My spine

My heart

My throat

My head

Pulsing and 

Filling me with

light.

This is the family

I have always 

known.

I belong 

To them.

There’s so much love

To go around!

The toxic root

Succumbs.

The love just 

Feels so good.

I will continue

This rhythm of love

For my child

And her children

And their children’s children.

Oh, Yes!