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
© 2019
