The Great Blind Spot

You beam and your face glows
with love for me. You love
with the force of gravity:
steady and steadying.
You think me Jupiter,
large and in charge, as if
I were a world unto herself.
I can tell you otherwise
but wisdom is squandered
inheritance, and so I leave you
to orbit me with your eyes.
You’ll grow and come to know
that your mother is just another
bit of ice and dust, a comma
in a punctuated sky.

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