Matriarch, poised for the intake of comforting waves she stands aloof observer of her descendance fruit of dreams of tight embrace. As she enters a briefer chapter in the joyful tumult of decades passed by the bedside of an ailing one she keeps her gazed locked on the wondrous mother. Image of her deep entrails they share a singular flame waves travelling in spite of space they reach inside her as their birthing place. Weary with the harsh memories of unforgotten wars she watches a daughter filled with the same flavors knows what moves through her being. Her joyful smile buried beneath the grooves of ages she places a hand on her tired womb as if still she felt this Great Dame coming alive. Little girls’ hearts have grown to carry the new yoke of a daughter to another ancestry and so it goes warm thoughts and four smiling souls.
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