By: Kelsey Irene Bronkema
Silent drops fall
From emerald eyes
Shoulders shaking
With wracking sighs
I hold my mother
As she cries
“Mama,” my Nana
As she upward flies
SCF Venice — A Literary and Arts Magazine
SCF Venice — A Literary and Arts Magazine
By: Kelsey Irene Bronkema
Silent drops fall
From emerald eyes
Shoulders shaking
With wracking sighs
I hold my mother
As she cries
“Mama,” my Nana
As she upward flies