This poetry collection explores the theme of "Living & Non Living" and delves into the relationship among humans, objects and the forces of nature. 🙍♀️ 📝🌱
If the blades of grass in my front yard could speak, they would tell you who walked on them. Their soundless voices, Louder, than the drawling chatter of the woman next door.
They would scream aloud and tell the howling wind, that those feet which stepped on them, were of those few friends who were unfazed by my mother, a vine with no tree to hold.
The grass blades would whisper to you, about the tears my mother shed while trying to pull off, an invasive weed. They would tell you about the times she tended to them wielding a lawn mower, for there was no man’s hand that would do the chore on Sunday mornings.
The grass blades would tell you that the feet which treaded on them, were not of those who came bearing red roses and rhinestone rings for my mother. But the woman next door watched every knock on our front door, for she was sure that the “next fish” would be caught, and she could shine at every feast by serving the delicious tale to those who smacked their lips.
The grass blades felt the barefooted toddler, and then the pointed heels of high-end shoes. The glass blades smiled with dewy teardrops, as my mother hugged her black cloaked girls.
- Amanda Lopez 🥀-
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