Blossoms

  I sat watching
As golden hair fell to the floor
And I stared at a woman
     Who was not mother
And a girl who was her daughter,
A girl who was not my sister,
And as I sat
     I saw her

  Standing tall and still
Slender white arms stretched towards
     The sky
 Reaching

A soft flowing dress of green
Ornamented with pink blossoms
Fingers outstretched


At her feet
Grass blew
Surrounded more so by dead things
Left alone
With things
   That were not her brothers or sisters
In a land that was no longer
      Her home
Alone
And I cried