Split
Open
Leaves
turn over
bones
and ashes are
swept
away,
Blood
stained dirt kicks up with each step
and
the ground is forgiven.
Remember
them, especially
the
one stuck to your shoe.
Love
lost in war, yet
a
child born, to the ocean
still.
Consequences
unravel
with
every swing,
Mother
to child
her
shame
unspoken.
With
a hand over mouth, silence!
She
turns away
from
the gift given,
turns
away from
home.
Rachel Zweig
Rachel Zweig is from Queens, NY. This is her first published poem.
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Poetry