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Poetry

Whose heart is this

I saw through my grandmothers eyes
The removal of my mother
I shared my grandmothers heart
I felt her pain

I shared my eyes with her
The removal of my son
She shared my heart
She shared my pain

We are broken by the seeing
The removal of the children
Do the hearts of all mothers unite
The ones who know this pain

 

Family Trees

When a tree loses its leaves
And autumn is not to blame
A tree surgeon is called
Before the loggers arrive

Family trees are stripped bare
There is no arborist for this
When we become kindling
Who will cultivate our future?


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