Her skin darkened by the sun
Hair always under a scarf
You should see her children
I imagine their source was stunning
She gave it all up for them
She had to change their narrative
It meant exile from the familiar
It meant painting the canvas of her children’s
Destiny with colors of achievement
She taught them to reach for the sky
And they did
She did not get the appreciation she deserved
In the gentle embrace of eternity’s light,
She danced away, a whisper in the night.
She smiles at the fruits of her labor.
Her linage knows no lack in the symphony of abundance
She planted the seed
Now we reap the sweet fruits
Her presence blooms like a timeless flower
Always in our hearts.
now an angel
About the Creator
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I felt some tears with this one. Beautiful delivery.