To the Women
Let me cover you in water
A clean and pristine flow
From the well of your forefathers
Long dry from winds of droughts
Let me cover you in grain
Insect-less and plentiful
Enough to make bread
For today and tomorrow and them
Let me cover you in natural balms
Healing hands willing to anoint
The ache and soreness you feel
From scant walls and cold floors
Let me show you how to sew
Because that is what the women taught me
A quilt to protect in colors to delight
Market your beauty to show the world
Let me come to you soon
For in this I need to lay my hands
On the disorder of your world
So that I can bring order to my own
© NP 09/30/12
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