There’s a secret sea of green
flooding a room in your home.
Where leaves sprout and stretch
their limbs in every direction.
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.
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.
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