Friday, July 3, 2020

Daughter




Where once you burned brightly
Miners ore; golden flowing spirit
Brushing one hundred times softly
Flowing hands gentle and small
In a mirror reflected mothers eyes
Gazing back on fathers strength
Sunlight streaming; bursting shadows
In to your quiet sewing corner
Where love stitches slowly in time
As generations gaze down from walls
And money wishes die on your bed

__Bodie Ghost Town, CA__

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