A Mother's Crossing

July 27, 2009
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The creases of her life's long journey
Formed by tears cascading down the valleys
Imprints of faded smiles
All fossils of time gone by

The eyes glitter in the setting sun
Glazed over in a warm coffee glow
Trained to show no feeling
But life behind the iris shows

The coyote howls at her under the moon
Causing her breath strokes to quicken
Her baby's gutteral whimpers
Beckons at her breasts

She clutches the red clay beads
And follows the pack
Mother Mary will protect her
As the sun rises in the east

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