Hunter

"If travel is searching And home has been found I'm not stopping I'm going hunting I'm the hunter....."

A woman child's whisper.

My childhood has left me with bound feet.
I've grown wrong.
Walking, keeping balance, not falling is unnatural.
I stand at the edge of the playground
Smiling
Looking busy.

One day these bound feet will grow wings.

30 Days of Me - Day 24

A letter to your parents:

Here's a poem instead.

Whakapapa - By Apirana Taylor

I was am

and

will be

alive

growing

bearing fruit

living

dying

in you

and me

I am

the

family tree