Nephthys
by Isis Runnels

The sky was  the blue of childhood memories
When you carried me on your back as you always have
Through the weeds because I was once again barefoot
I'd never been very practical, not like you
You're an ox , slow and steady
You went the long way
To keep the branches
From  scratching
My bare limbs
At our destination
You set me safely on the sand
Waited for me to approve
You seemed not to notice
My idle chatter
Or my gangly movements
Once  you did
You turned
So I could once again climb upon your back

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