her ribs came from wood
of sufferings, swollen with moonlit tears
her eyes reflect solitude of woods
her arms softest of fiddlehead ferns
yet her fire from failures
carves her path now
into the next journey,
she is resolute, as her mother
& grandmother have been, welding
her words to burn at every dawn
Tree Sculpture at Mississuaga Park
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