# Queen Calla

Author: Mister Moira
Tags: Flower, Love, Mother, Poetry

#2 of Poetry

A poem inspired by my mother, a woman who has given me strength, courage, and laughter as well as life. Words can't express love sometimes... but I do the best I can.

Queen Calla

  
Torn at since birth,  
hands petting and pulling her cruelly,  
smothering with muck and mire.  
Even crowned she is spurned,  
plucked, pruned, and paraded.   
A prize on pedestal, berthed.

Yet she stands,  
Flowering even in dearth.  
Her roots hold part of her the whole of the earth.  
Splendor blessed, balm;  
Majesty bit, bane.   
Her name monument of magnificence, beauty.  
Hurled into the hurricane, She dances.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/XnrQjWxm
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