Filling in days with the raising of humans

Hoping to leave behind more than we've consumed

Passing down lessons in Honour and Love

Cheekbones and Memories, Shoe sizes, Blood

Hoping for Unions that rise us above

The trouble it can be to keep warm and fed

Feeding our minds connects us to those

For whom the struggle is harder or different or more

Nothing shapes as sharply, as the Unloved

There's a hardness in Living you've managed to avoid

A testament to the way you look for good

Long work, Unsung

Long day, hard made, hard won

Nothing shapes as sharply as the Unloved