The Path

Tattoo

Not soft but oh so concentrated still.
Meaning less than what we tell to feel or seek for pull.

This Tattoo is embedded in the crystal zone of our story long lorn and what we do with it is our journey's given life fill.

The Tattoo is her seen, her heard, her lent and her form family still.
She is our Nora V Bam, Bam, Bam quaking for life's breaking to the other knowing, to the other showing.

Never do I know the ink press she bestows but I always know she is zing print perfect in her fire blows.

We take it.
We fake consciousness in it but we never second guess the living magnitude of breathing it.
She did not.
She now is imprinted on my back, my husband's back.

We are family.
Let the story be told.
Let the family be whole.

Birth Become

Birth Become
Birth Become, you've got that bend son.

Luna changing all around and you are crescent on horizon sound.

5 years ago the moment anniversary of still birth.
She
All
Make
Fall
Just feel the very tall in her telling and making of symbol quest.

Birth Become
Birth Become, you've got that bend it through son.

Voice not knowing, but being steadfast in our conquer to understanding the tests.
Not falling.
Not being of anything but a puller to find past.

5 years you are our lady guide clearing visions for our firm family pass.
We pass to visions of truth.

We feel you as blue breathes midnight to her hue.

We are here.
We are fierce.
We are fire.
We are tattooed tribe.

5 Years: Our "Family Stamp," Our Tattoo

Five years ago this February 28, we wanted Nora to never be forgotten.  Five years later, we still want her story, our family story to be told.  This print on our backs is the Divine weight of storytelling in grief's ebb and flow.  She, us, we are now visible.  May our story help others find voice in the family fabric story.  May family stories never be muted from fear.