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Milkweed
My life began like a milkweed seed
pulled from the bloom and set a
drift on the wind.
As a little girl, she had been raised
to believe in the tradition of family.
Motherhood was an esteemed social status.
And the milkweed drifted into the palm of
her out stretched hand. Grandmother
had taught her that these were wishing seeds.
She had but one wish as she tenderly
let the lone seed drift away on the wind,
but motherhood did not come smiling.
Granted it arrived, but with out the swelling
stomach and protruding breast, rather a
forgotten dream that settled like a seed
at her doorstep.
04-10-2006
Jamie Lynn Morris
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