mother

WORDS:

Our mother is a radiant Sunflower;
too proud to admit her waning.

Our mother is a vibrant orchid;
too secretive about her fading petals.  

Our mother is a bold bamboo;
too strong to show breaking boughs. 

Our mother is a yellow hibiscus; 
too effervescent to return her radiance.

Our daughters are black Roses;
too bothered with blooming. 

Our daughter are black Lilies, 
too arrayed yet distant. 

Our daughters are black Daisies;
too nonchalant and naïve.

Our daughters are black Lavenders;
too indulged in themselves. 

yet, under the blossoming sun; 
Demeter awaits Persephone’s return.

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