Fragile little mother
Salt and Peppered
Corn rows curved
Above her brow
Brilliant background across
Darkened ebony canvas
Face etched with
Trails of Joy
And forlorn moments
Adorned in garments
Of far-gone seasons
Draped in threadbare
Dresses of drab
Crocheted bag
Spills her mementoes
Wheeled metal basket
Loaded with treasures
Of lost memories
A doll figure
Carefully kept from
Dirt and Age
A child’s coffin?
Back and forth
Through the cavernous
City streets echoing
Her laments and
Praises made to
Bygone loves lost
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