drops of iron soak into the earth
giving you your first breath
roots anchor you to your mother
knotted wood encase your spirit
from your limbs and head, flowers bloom
bringing with them companions of bees and birds
you will never know your father
but one day you will learn how he died at his son’s hands
Hmm… I can’t wait to learn more.
This poem is a story, that unfolds with hooks that keep you on your toes.
Lovely poem, glad I took the time to read.