Flower befell.

Her eyes are dark
Sunken like craters,
deep like the desert nights.
Her lips are the color
of freshly drizzled earth.
Her hair is wild
like green ivy.
She is a queen.
She’s lived through wars,
death, child bearth, pain.
She’s crossed rivers,
so her children can live,
in an American dream.
She is the wind’s soul,
that lives through us.
The unacknowledged strength
that whispers,
“Not yet.”
She is the mother,
that cradles the pain
of the world
after mothers mourn
the loss of their children.

She is the love
we have lost,

in ourselves.

 

Author,

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