It is January
By Olivia Gwyn
Of course I worry
there is not enough time
To take you in,
all of you
But of course there isn’t,
there never would be
You’re asleep in my backseat
in an infant car seat
And, God help me,
time is all I have
The sunlight slips through the branches
and I hope you know I love you
Let me take your little hand in mine,
show you all the ways you can be loved
Take the time and make it something worth
having had, something worth letting go
Teach myself blindly,
blindly how to set it free
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