gently
that life fell
from her soft,
wet warmth
sunflower
from rain-drenched
sky
that stretched roots
planted in a soil
sodden with her tears
from its successes
love
for each gold petal
unfurling in hands
reaching for this mother
whose arms curled loose
but steady
around it
rings of promise
that her life would be
forever for
her flower.
-ameena mayer
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