Eliza

Her thighs carry Atlas’ burden

But she treads with angel feet

 

Her abdomen stretched from birth

But her children play alongside her

 

Her arms weighed down from carrying

Babies, groceries, a bag, and a purse

 

Yet she maintains her grace and stance

From years of being on her own

 

The walker, the cane doesn’t stop her

And her heart beats for the world

 

She stands proud and defiant

Even in the shadow of death

 

A woman who made her means,

Made her children, made her life

 

An incredible, watery dream

 

© 2018 Valerie Hathaway

 

 

 

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