Words For Leaving

I know you,
Each one.
You reappear,
Each generation’s wave,
Your back, strong.
Your shoulders, wide.
Your smile,
Oh, your smile,
Like mother.
At times,
Like sister.
But always,
Friend.
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Fierce,
Fast,
Friend.
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I loved this image of women working. It is produced from a painting by Jean François The Gleaners, (1857). These women are scouring the fields for millet left over from the first harvest. It was posted on Everyday Heroes.
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