the perfect circular shapes of distant interstellar bodies
within which they dwelled in
social communion, cocooned within an even greater ring of
love wherein generational
wisdom was bestowed in proud traditional households. My
effervescence reflecting
visions of wise elders whispering my existential path –
Illuminated by dead stars of long
ago, still reflected in that mirror of the heavens. The
ancient dwellings are no more yet
these walls cry my generational woe – Flooding my brittle
halo drowning my wailing.
Nature’s Bounty – My wisdom of all things natural is not my
own. The wonder of the
flora and fauna which surrounded my childhood homestead
belongs to nature, my
surrogate mother – She, who shared her bounty with my
people. She, who educated
not just mine but all generations who walked her footpaths
in times gone by – She who
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