Fire of Opal within
a Cultured Pearl
So it was of me and 
my Mother's Love

When I was but a little girl
I saw my Mother as fiercely
independent...conveying all
the beauty of a French miss
yet of the Cherokee fortitude

She would have been a belle
of any ball...yet she was not
to enjoy this fame

For she was to have me for
a daughter at an early age

Losing another daughter,
yet to gain my sister several
years later

We were oh so happy after
those warring years. ..living
and growing up in a safe and
loving environment

And though she is no longer a
physical presence in my life...I
am one with those moments
frozen in my mind...heart...
and soul.

I take my Mother's fire of Opal
in stride everywhere I go, but
for the duality of her life, I strive
to forever culture the Pearl from
that youthful Love we shared so
very long ago, when life was
ever so carefree

(c) the Very Essence of Her
02July2011 Vivian L. Dawson