Brick by brick you built your own house with your hands,
and beyond plaster and wood you built a home.
You once resided
in the heart of the goddess
of fruitful abundance.
A house nestled
the thinning orchards
that bore life.
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.
And as we all age
the new life shows signs
of thinking like you
when you were that age too.
You are the life blood.
The necessary pieces
that help us put together
who we are
and where we come from.
The mother of mothers,
The head of the family’s state,
You’re the first to tell
The last to judge
And the one who first set our fate.
I first learned about God, the Spirit, and his Son through the Church,
But only understood Him and all His ways because of you.
You represent what the beating heart of religion truly is,
And I do my best to live my life taking from your cue.
Taking on the poetry challenge, #OctPoWriMo again. Here's the first poem: Rose Bushes.
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