Her Story

Her story

Begins with us

More than a tale

Of two cities

But whole civilizations

Drinking from

Her bountiful fountain

Daily nurturing us

As infants

Inspiring us

To move mountains

Your mother believed

Even when your


Could not even fathom

Her love is not random

But a constant light

In a dark space

Her story forwards

Our history

So study her wisely

She is tremendously inventive

Because she was born

To create

The building blocks

Of our past

The epitome of

Femininity and class

A lady a teacher

A visionary a mother

To always replenish

Eternal well of love

Quenching our cares

By Deon Souldier Ballard

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