Gan Eden # 23/Another Mother
Like stars
a string of shells
I lay around Ishmael’s neck
We are expelled
from our land
Leave she screamed
Lost in wilderness
my son fixes his finger
and captures my tears
The sun splits lips
sears beneath shrouds
I pray
A stranger appears
speaks to me See
I open my eyes and see
freshwater glistening
Your cry has been heard
Your son shall
be the father of a great nation
myriad like stars
Ryfkah 5/26/02
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