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Daddy, the sun is up!
My child chirps like a bird
And I am blessed to reckon with a new day

The light falls upon the contours of my form
And I absorb the radiation with something between love and disdain
Knowing that without the father star
I would cease to be
Yet longing for the cool dark recess of night

Mother moon waxes and wanes sequentially
And we orbit about our little lives
In fluid superposition

The children fight the night,
Sullen at the surrender of the wakeful state
Yet each morning the sun rises
Imbuing us with life
And they spring into our bedroom
Announcing the star’s return
And I am humbled by their energy

We are worthy
We are loved
We deserve this

2021sm