gestures

we live, we die
but don’t know why
so struggle to believe
such gifts bestowed
are earned or owed
to creatures so naïve

as if our worth
were weighed on earth
by how we see our roles
or misplayed parts
or wary hearts
condemned our very souls

or children’s lies
were so despised
a parent could not love
forgive, embrace
through gestures, grace
conceived somewhere above

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