This is a water color done by my mother. In some ways, it is a bit crude, but there is also a sense of depth, at least in the original.
Milkweed
by Ann Roman
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by Ann Roman
This is a water color done by my mother. In some ways, it is a bit crude, but there is also a sense of depth, at least in the original.
Comments are closed.
Yip Abides 
putting a poem in a comment seems pretentious, but I will anyway, as this picture calls it to mind:
Milkweed
The bodies that seem to hold us
The husk the hull
Cannot hold us
We are swollen
With seed and spirit
As immortal as wind
Dying down
The settled floss
May fill a pillow
With butterflies dreaming for us
When our heads no longer rest
On the loving hard shoulder of earth
When the bodies that held us
Cannot hold us
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Mom’s not around to respond, so I’ll do it on her behalf: thank you!
And for my part, the poem is apt indeed.
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