Sylvia
Is she not a woman,
and a flower, her children,
petals of flesh still inside,
even when deciding to die,
leaving a white wilting flower,
on the kitchen floor.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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