Soft to my eye
cool to my cheek,
I bask in you
each time
I come to rest.
And yet,
for us
you, great sister,
have never ceased in
your great efforts.
You have always handed
down the light
for the hunt.
And while we
take the lives
that we must to survive,
you are busy
filling wombs,
giving life in silence.
Thursday, August 23, 2018
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