to weep over this huddled form
may in the end be an antidote
to the current of grief, that
––force
[o time]
where to meet head on
and survive
[o mother]
demands surrender to its coming
[o you ]
left behind too for the onward march
[you, too]
and nearly disappeared
[and yet. and yet]
save now
us our mothers
this time
our sense of any
o god but
these blind barons’
blaring horns
And yet… And yet… ❤️
Excellent piece 🥰
Thank you, Gabriela : )
My pleasure hon 🙏🌹❤️
My pleasure 🌹