Her Power

Her power promised freedom Freedom was her call. So much magic in her waking Up for taking was it all. Right before her very eyes Liberty called her near. How simple Is it dear You needn’t even lift a finger.   © Nicoletta If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…  …

Oh, Mother

In your hands I call the pain To succumb to the tears Of your rainfalls. Oh, Mother Forgive us For what we have done. Thousands of years You have made this home. And what have we done in return? Mother, I breathe your air In gratitude. I bend down on two knees As I thank…