by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

My mother wove me
from the darkness
somewhere beyond
the black of night

She took the
moonlight and

And sprinkled them
into the strands of
my corn-silk hair

Alone I drifted

I was the pearl inside
her body

The smile upon her

The daydream in her
far away gaze

The cessation of longing
in her heart of hearts

The lullaby of her

The poem threaded
into her soul

Who am I now without her?

What is my destiny?

See the companion poem in the June 2015 issue of Quill and Parchment at:


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