Brigitte Murphy

She poems

She poems landscapes, seascapes
and a rainbow on a calendar.
She poems her children’s eyes and her grandchildren’s toes.
She poems births, deaths, her love, her God, her songs and prayers.
She poems her mother, her ancestors,
and a little spider in a basin.
She poems the winter sunrise even if she doesn’t write it.

55 words exactly

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