OctPoWriMo: October 9th-12th

reddened hills & adventure in arid arizona

OctPoWriMo #9: Pain

Behind the hills and valleys of folded memories on your face
I see the worried nights and terrified feelings from the past.
Pain and suffering from not so distant times when hate
Was proudly worn on cloths of red, white, and blue like a badge.

Pain from loss, pain from gain, and when life became particularly hard
Pain from men, pain from birth, and times between the happiest moments. 
I see the pain welling up behind your exhausted eyes
And I pray they get wiped away with all the fear and uncertainty.
But I notice you have taken the pain and made something from it.
Your pain in life has turned into strength.

OctPoWriMo #10: Strength

I have seen the power of your strength
That’s stronger than that of any man’s.
The strength of bringing forth life,
And helping others before death.
Instead of balling fists, you use prayer hands.

I’ve seen the power of your joy
And the way you light up the night.
More than physical strength,
Your long-lasting love
Rises above any recorded height.

OctPoWriMo #11: Work

Rough life. Dust. No moment of rest.
You had traveled switching schools all year.
Hard life? I bet you wondered if this all just a test.
Yet, you still helped pick the fruits that would feed the nation.

The Grapes of Wrath had little mention of other races.
I thought about you and your migrant-working family.
You had seen a lot of things and other places.
You proudly lived America’s Great Migration.

OctPoWriMo #12: Nature

Green thumbs and calloused hands turn dirt into a bed of flowers.
I watch you casually sprinkle life into a seed and watch it grow.
Mother to children and mother nature you share nothing but love.
I pray that one day my hands will too learn some of what you know.

Every time I see the warm orange sun peek up over the horizon,
I think of you out in the desert living amongst the reddened hills.
I remember how you care for all the life that walks this earth,
While turning hard times into adventures, seeking fun, and enjoying thrills.


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