#FiveMinuteFriday: Mom (a poem)

Family Grace Poetry Waiting

//Spain is still at war with Mexico
under the cartilage of ma’s bones

Light skinned güera ready to make guerra
with her brown sugar spiked tongue

Hunger plagues her soul like
displaced family figures and lovers

Without armor and wielded machete
soft eyes speak honest cries

like when Jesus looked upon Mary
regret, pain, love pierced into his ribs

Purpose far greater than what we know
Woven in baskets made ready for the labor

When the war is over and the ground tilled
a new bloom will make home in her spirit

Ma reminds me of struggle and strife
Take care of your own and to God the rest.//


It’s #FiveMinuteFriday at Kate Motaung’s place. The word prompt is MOM. Above is five minutes of free flow writing. I’m not a prose kind of person at 4:00 a.m. I welcome your comments and thoughts.

The forward slashes (//) indicate where the timer started and ended. Your turn! Join us at Kate’s place.