Sister Willow

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Old Willow’s tired
like us-

She gave Life a seat
a space to be born in
places to hide and play
like us-

She’s been worked over
used and turned into background
worn hollow in places and dead in others
like us-

She loses it sometimes
sways with harsh winds
creaks and cracks and loses pieces
until she wonders how to stand
like us-

Still she reaches up
for light and continuing Life
for rain and sun to feed her
for a return to her own green being
like us-

Still she harbors Life
even her hollow spaces protecting it
from destroyers and storms they unleash
yes, swaying in winds but still standing and growing
like us.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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One Response to Sister Willow

  1. rita kowats says:

    “She’s been worked over
    used and turned into background
    worn hollow in places and dead in others
    like us-”

    A powerful description of oppressed people everywhere…

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