Corn Woman’s Task by Sandi J. Ludescher
Awake before the sun rises;
Bleary-eyed still resolute
No thanks are offered for her toil.
As she nudges her brood from slumber,
Calloused hands stroke the hair of her babies.
To gentle voice and loving words they wake
Casting acknowledging smiles skyward.
The aromatic scent of cornbread wafts from afar,
Inviting even at this early hour, tickling their tiny noses.
Ritual plays itself out day after day, morning after morning,
She would have it no other way.
This brood, her pride and joy is her life, her love, all that she lives for.
Every wrinkle like a path through time,
Each hair of gray that adorns her head
Are worn with pride and concern for them.
Her destiny and birthright lay before her, born for the love of her Brave…
These are her legacy.
What greater gift could a mother leave this world than her children, her culture
And Mother earth just as she found her.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 23 June
Dom DiFrancesco 
This makes me think of my grandmother. Thanks.
My pleasure and thank you Dan for taking the time to read it.
I love this one Dom, it creates strong images of the mother line unfolding.
Thank you Gilly, it was quite the challenge to write, but enjoyable as well. I’m so glad that you liked it.
This is a truly remarkable poem Dom, and one to leave the reader with much to think about.
A pleasure to read.
Jez
Thank you very much Jeremy, I found this one extremely challenging, but enjoyable to write. Thank you for the great prompt. 🙂
Absolutely beautiful !!!!!!
Thank you Jen, much appreciated. 🙂
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