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Grandma’s chicken

“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”

Said the 6 year old me when asked: “what is God?”

I explained how I saw grandma’s chicken taking care of her eggs and the duck’s eggs that looked drastically different. Then, she raised the ducklings as her own…

I saw kindness

I thought that was the definition of God

Poetry

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee

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