Her warm hold on my face,
leaving marks softly speckled.
I know that wherever I go she follows.
She follows you too.
She shares herself with the whole world.
She has seen everything from way back to the dinosaurs
And before, when she was birthed.
She could not look away from the raging wars,
the injustice and poverty stretching from shore to shore.
She has seen such horrors.
Walls dividing families, people killing masses of themselves.
Yet she has seen noble and gracious humanity too.
The Dalai Lama, Martin Luther King and
Mother Teresa, through thick and through thin.
695,508 km around her of isolation, of loneliness.
I wish I had a piece of her to keep safe on a rainy day,
All I have are my sunshine kisses, pieces of me and pieces of her.