Migrant Mother

~Deana J. Tavares

She parted the earth

Soil

Permanently ingrained

Within her callused palms

No bracelets

Upon her wrists

No shiny

Charms

Her inky black braids

Dusted

With mineral particles

Swirled up

Into the wind

Powdery residue

Upon her arms

Revealingly scars

From where she’s been

Unseen

Though she

Is

A beautiful soul

Drops in a seed

It grows

Then feeds

The whole world

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