Lily of the Hearth

Lily of the Hearth

She carries exhumed memories
Gentle in the palm of her hand
The way she held wounded birds and wild flowers

Running home as a girl
Filled with wonder
Always so full
How she reached tenacious from the ground

How she found the sun and didn’t stop
Learned the truth and still said yes
Rooted to the warmth of stories in a hidden heart
Promises from lips left petals scarred

She’s cracked a bit as cells divide
A seed pressed in winter’s cold embrace
Born through summer’s sultry thighs

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