"Woven of Earth and Heart"
I made you with love from cotton spun soft,
From threads of sky and breath of dawn—
From scraps of cloud in a spool of white,
And quiet hands that stitched the light.
I shaped your bones from slender wire,
Twisted like vines in springtime fire—
Each curve a pulse, each bend a prayer,
A frame to hold what’s hanging there:
The hollow where a heart might start,
Beating warm beneath my art.
I glued with care—no rush, no seam—
With milky sap from nature’s dream,
Plant-born paste, kind and true,
Born from kernels kissed by dew.
Then came the paint—oh, vivid soul—
Blush of soil and midnight’s roll,
Veins of ochre, lips of blue—
Hues the earth let slip when new.
Each stroke a whisper, bold and deep,
From promises I longed to keep.
And water—clear, life-giving, pure—
Not drawn from pipes, but gathered, sure,
From rains that fell on golden rows,
Where corn once drank the sun’s last glows.
For even water now is grown
From fields where sun and sugar shone—
Corn-powered droplets, blessed and blessed,
To moisten dreams inside my chest.
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