Maternal love not yet cleft apart from the womb.
Birth seems as the sea before crashing upon mortality’s shore.
A fractured identity molds as shame in a murmuring synagogue.
Knowing not the Lord’s language or a present patriarch.
Displacement and disappointment,
A minority of a minority.
The sins of a father pass with his child waiting under rainfall.
An orphan in New England’s modern misery,
Yet young Moses drifted downstream as God’s elect.
I liked this poem Alex, thanks for sharing it.
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