Taking Heart

For My Sisters

What woman is this?
Earth on her hands from fields not yielding,
Eyes to the horizon and face set as flint,
Her lips part for prayer and laughter.

You whose song rises
In empty orchards and by barren vines,
You walk this soil clothed in honor—
Surely, you are her daughters.

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