That We Be Blessed

Morning LightWhen curtains softened morning’s haze of rays
And Papa whispered with mischief, “Go ’head”
I climbed as monkey-me to his right side

We drove through mountain roads and fields of maize
I looked away to honor she who bled
The trout that was my father’s triumph died

His fisher friend said it was sacrifice
Like Jesus crucified some things must go
So that we human’s little lives be blessed

Years later I would wonder if the price
I paid for childhood was my Pa, and so
Vowed I to sequester my heart inside my chest

But you, my dear, have stirred in me a longing
So strong that no matter the cost, I will be blessed


© Rebecca Cao. All rights reserved.



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