Matriarch

She’s the ultimate boardroom bitch.
She is an undercover witch.

Conducting green like symphonies.
She has no peers or enemies.

For vegetables & animals…
A priest to those & minerals.

Her home a haven from the rough.
Her hearth is warm & melts the tough.

Lonely life lived without a match.
The safest place, her battened hatch.

Grateful for her welcoming heart.
For everything she made me part.

So now, I stockpile memory…
In hopes, she never fades from me. 

Her life born low, she built so high.
It’s hard to fathom its goodbye.

If she’s honored, she’s never gone.
But who’ll lead us, when she moves on?
For: E

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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