Auburn Light

Auburn Light prose poem

Uploaded by Sona Wilae

Auburn love walked bowed
legs XCII years…mountain
highs-valley lows, bus routes
to homes of the white affluent,
scrubbing dirty mosaic tiles,
shadowed by stale late night
celebrations of new deals…
our raw deal.

Auburn love walked bowed
legs XCII years…Daddy’s
tired shoulders holding
our promises of food-and-
shelter above his own life,
his wife; first love…his children
first breath after prayer,
of thanksgiving for life.

Auburn love walked bowed
legs XCII years…sleeping
peacefully with Daddy-hold
tight on God’s right wing
of love above the clouds,
we dream loud as Auburn
leaves sweep forest drab
floors as memoirs flicker…

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I inhale a blessed life and exhale my passion of poetic signatures. My past has not been kind, however, my zeal to overcome the frailties of life has blessed me beyond measure. I am a devoted wife and Christian believer.
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