Michelle Yanakis

 

Arbor

 

The wisdom she bore …

Her crusted skins and rings below rings-

Grizzled limbs scrapping heaven

Through mother’s love

And tender beatings-

The stories she could tell …

Her buds a’ blossoming,

Ancient roots

touching,

Rigid figure-

Through mother’s love,

Tender beatings-

The life she had beheld.

The life force who could hold.