Aunt Lucy Was Cross Fit
Lucy's heart silk was spun on the loom of God.
a polio angel breaking free from poverty's claw~
Graceful even in that metal legged chrysalis
sowing rows of hope for the meek and faithless~
Fate taunting her steps with ripples of black ice.
navigating rutty avenues with a Duchenne smile~
Never a cross word for hordes of non-believers
despite the maelstrom of takers and deceivers~
She was glimmer in a mountain topped with grit.
with petrichor soul of a giver-born to be cross fit~
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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