Small Voice Secrets

Small ones, grown from her womb,

whisper secrets others don’t recall.

In hushed tones they cradle her face,

force her eyes to lock with theirs and they

remind her.  

Mother to her once, now child she carved 

with intricate detail, creation of her. 

Daughter that dries her tears, knowing

who she used to be, before this life.

Little ribs house lungs that stay steady,

heartbeat ready to share. 

Stare shared, history closer than the heat

of the fire in her heart. 

She looks her ancestors in the eye,

through the face of her daughter. 

Grandfather of her past, decades before

Her, 

now Son to the Mother she is, but he

remembers.

Soldier Soul poised, battle in his memory,

he doesn’t surrender. 

Wounds of incarnations, etched in his 

palms. 

His lips breathe the breath of war

into her subconscious and she relives his 

cry.

Trench boy, hiding in clouds of smoke,

pulse racing,

tasting fear. 

Gunshots ringing, sweat dripping, 

Angels hovering; death swallows him 

whole.

Echoes of all they used to be, carried in

his veins, 

her blood, 

the Iris of their eyes. 

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  1. Hey Rachel,
    I sincerely hope you are planning to publish an anthology of your emotionally evocative, thought-provoking, reflective and powerfully stirring verse and sumptuous images.
    May I ask, do you do you your own art? It is sensational. Thank you.
    Wishing you a wonderful remainder to your weekend. Take care.
    Namaste 🙂
    DN

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