poem submitted to "A Mother Figure Picture-Prompt" poetry contest, Suzette Richards, sponsor, April 22, 2026
She rises where the lotus opens its quiet petals of light. Moon-water gathers in her palms, spreading forgiveness. Carried by unseen winds, even the smallest cry finds her. She listens the way seashells do—holding whole oceans in silence. Her compassion moves like dawn through a shuttered room. Suffering unthreads itself in the in the warmth of her gaze. She walks the earth barefoot, blessing what she does not name. Every step plants a seed that remembers how to bloom. Human hearts steady themselves in her presence. Through her, the world remembers how to be gentle.
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
