She wore her cotton purpled sash squares through each yard.
For I never saw a mother with such a discerning eye.
While the day withered from sunshine to bitter night.
For I never saw a mother feed the dead.
In her kitchen with each tool and recipe,
sweeping rounded pipes of potted meat
For I never saw a mother with such a piercing look
tumbling in and out of oven-soot.
Her humbled feet grounded by the gardens leaves,
just to sing a mumbled tune.
Ah- if that mother’s son could only breathe
For I never saw a mother feed the dead,
with such a discerning eye.
A Poet's Vision 
so poignant.
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Thank you so much, Impostorpawn
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You really are a storyteller
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thanks my friend-Zika, and I always wanted to say I love your name ..(Beautiful)
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Thank you. It’s actually short for Ngozika, a Nigerian Ibo name, which means to be blessed is what matters most.☺
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Beautiful thank you for sharing the meaning indeed its what matters most (to be blessed)
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You’re doing well for the NaPoWriMo. I’m a bit late but I’m catching up and loving it.
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oh good I’ll be sure to check out you Poetry awesome so glad you were able to join in the fun..
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Thanks. It was all with your help😊
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wow you are truly an artist…Thank you for adding me to your creative zone
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