My Mother
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Her hair long and lush
Countless vines wisp
From her head down to her wrinkled raisin shoulders.
Her soft hands
The deltas of rivers spread out.
The remains of a life
Full of expedition and adventure.
Her all-seeing eyes
Bright and shiny with happiness
From a thousand rays from the sun
Providing hope for the hopeless.
Her aged skin
Wrinkled hills and plains
Aged with the marks of a timeless life
Filled with the hopes and dreams of many.
Her warm embrace
A flock of birds surrounding me
Filled with protection for all her
Children of the world.
Originally published in Harvest, 2012