She Was Her Mother's Daughter

Jewel and Florence McBride (my grandmother and great grandmother)

The roots of these women run deep,
straight through the rocky patch,
past the shiny shale which so easily flakes into pieces,
down to the rich, moist, dark, soil.
The stuff of substance, of sustenance, of that which carried
them from one story to the next.


amy pleasant 2015


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