It’s always been about the girls
on this landscape, grass and water
notwithstanding: the basic elements
of endless awe as maternal blooms
before our eyes with faint reflection
from whence we came.
We have lent all we know, watched
generations grow into mothers—
it’s always been about the girls.







Love your photo of the girls, John.
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Thank you, Linda.
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Hauntingly well done.
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Wish I could say it was purposeful, just a reclaimed mistake.
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Great poem, and like the color….
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