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.