Proud black woman
Jewels of cloth
Holding that bundle
a baby
Lightly?
No,
determined
standing against the intruder at the door
Even the weasel
who should not be there
is baring his teeth
against …
what?
Is there a hint of gentleness
In that face of determination
Protecting the child
Yet, something is coming
The butterflies seem unaware
in their free flying
Yet
They are not so colorful as they might be
And yet, they do fly free
Where is this woman and child
So regal even without the crown
And a baby that is hidden
Is this baby so unaware of what is coming?
Or
Is this baby
Comforted by
Her Strength
Her Care
Her Determination
That he will
Be.
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