The latest from @EmbroideryPoems

Thanks to Elizabeth Rose Daly, friend and neighbor, for writing this poem.

Dear my deer

"Dear, my deer, I found you in the forest, a ghost carrying other ghosts, a shadow of who I wanted you to be. My vision for you was clear, yet you were soft, unclear.

My ghosts held hands with your ghosts. Your touch was warm, sweet, questioning.

I tried to lead us out. I was ready to run. You stalled, clung to an old injury. I've left you behind.

Dear, my deer.

I've left you behind to water your ghosts.

Dear, my deer."