she was
mountain
hunched against storms waiting
or some kind of miracle
she was
river
rushing to some end
laughing as she shaped new pathways
scoured old faces
to suit her need
she was
moon at night
sun during day
being who we expected
her to be
she was
storm and swarm
a thousand thousand reasons
stunning hot sun reflections
a life’s most chaotic dramas
of her own making
she was
a pink bundle of thirteen-day-old wish
that laughing little soul
face planted in a large purple bloom
because mother said it smelled beautiful
a big brown-eyed giggling girl
happy with her Jack and Jill life
she was
daughter of another mother
but
she was
mine.
©Carol Desjarlais 07.23.23
That is beautiful Carol
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