May 7th, 1989 In a wooden yurt, open to Sonoma spring thirty-three people hold hands and sing, a blessing to honor our union A strangled sound fourteen-year-old Bird weeping, cannot stop Upset?
Beautiful, Amrita. Bird sounds like a wonderful human. xo
He's remarkable, very disabled, very deep. My one and only child.
So touching... not least that this child is named Bird, which makes my heart open with those last two sweet lines.
Thanks, Jan! I've been working hard on this collection of poems. Just a nickname I picked. I can't out him with his real name.
Beautiful, Amrita. Bird sounds like a wonderful human. xo
He's remarkable, very disabled, very deep. My one and only child.
So touching... not least that this child is named Bird, which makes my heart open with those last two sweet lines.
Thanks, Jan! I've been working hard on this collection of poems. Just a nickname I picked. I can't out him with his real name.