The Circle of Mother's Skirts
...care worn, strength in fabric, catching us all
Strong maiden she is,
the Earth, our mother,
wearing wide skirts,
all-encompassing cloth,
catching those who fall,
embracing their spirits,
drawing all safely home,
arms holding our very sky,
feet firmly planted in the soil,
head held to the heavens,
heart in all the right places;
security is never breached.
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Highly descriptive poem, with a surprising exit line.
much peace and blessin's Anne,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Excellent!