She sacrifices – her Young
Hopes extending – her Duration
Once children – cries Sung
Winters approach – ill Recreation
Her sins – her Blood
To birthing – extend Longevity
Forevermore martyring – ever Creatively
We revel – her Massacre
green, red, Orange, yellow – colors Falling
Final decay – now Brown
Premature funerals – sparkling Crowns
Brimming hope, coffee, love
Voyaging on no path lain
Afore eyes rainbows stencil slain
Nothing quite like rising above.
Yesteryears fears tamed.
Dawns arrived – New heartbeats heard.
Ears future turned
No mind maimed.
Bearing tiny speechless fists.
Make the difference – in a score.
Let’s take a journey together this evening; down a sidewalk past tall brick buildings, across streets, and into a park. The park is flourishing with color and vibrant with life; there are old stone benches, newer metal ones, and some wooden benches from sometime in the past. You’ll notice these things while strolling down the thin trail; you’ll also observe a woman sitting upon a stone bench.