Oh little twig Neglected Overlooked Not the trunk Not the fruit Nor the blossom But bridge between what is Messenger between these three By winds and storms shaken Not deterred Flexible Accommodating Inspiration to my soul Snapped and broken Medicine to my body Sassafras brewing in my mother’s kitchen Fragrant aroma permeating the air MemoriesContinue reading “Oh Little Twig”
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