Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood

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Mother lost
the green glass brooch
Father gave me

dropped it
between apple tree and lavender
somewhere on the path
to becoming an emerald

I clipped grass with scissors
turned soft earth
found a knife patterned with fish
and a spoon engraved with leaves

Mother sketched patterns of bark
details of miniature:
an ant on a grass stem,
a speed of red spiders
bees endlessly fussing
      while I wept
      the emptiness of green

Joanna M. Weston, married, with three sons and two cats, lives on Vancouver Island and is a full-time writer of poetry, short stories, and poetry reviews. She has published internationally in journals (print and online) and anthologies and has two middle readers, The Willow Tree Girl and Those Blue Shoes, in print.

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