I entered a domain where
Motherless daughters exist.
A place where her echoes lie.
The greyness of rain soaked
clouds fill the lungs with tears.
I try to weep to release the loss.
But she stops me with her strength.
The power she ingrained
into her daughter.
I feel her entering me.
My back stiffens and cheeks hollow.
She speaks though my tongue.
I am her and she is me.
I hear her mantra from the sickness.
When a mother is planted
So a daughter will bloom.