This one is photography.
Her trench coat is open at the neck
You can just make out
The curve of her left breast
She sits against a pole,
Clutching flowers in her right hand
She has a faraway look
In her eyes
Her pearls are delicate
Her hair is pulled back
Her feet are bare
She does not smile
In this one, you're happy.
You have found your voice.
Your roots touch the earth,
Your grandmother's voice is familiar.
Here, the sparkle in your eye
Is not a tear.
Here, body and spirit unite.
There's blood on the stone where you're sitting now
But you're pristine
There are shreds of tattered garments
But you're in robes
I may never see you again
But here's my hope:
I dream my best dream for you
To find home <3
