Midday
Mid-June
At the creekside
Where the slavs
Reside
My mother faded
All too soon
Endlessly grasped
For hope
Collecting flowers
Petals for this
Journey
Silent, speaking short
As young Ukrainian
Joined me
Shortly speaking
Unable to tell my
Truths
Never bring myself
To explain
Tragedy that struck
Fault of my origin
She, too, sent petals
Downstream, then upstream
She sent them to
Peace
For they shall
Fade
In harmony
After this thaw
Midday
Mid-June
I, too, am to send
Petals of peace
For the strength
Of her fading
People.
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Threads Deep Within
PoetryMore poetry since the other one reached limit of parts! Book 1 is "Heartfelt Messages, or Something Like That". This is book 2. Thank you! 7/18/21-8/22/22
