To Sima Mizrachi

Dark Woman with Dark eyes

you reached out to me

took me as your own

Those Arms

such weathered olive branches

held me

your Boundless Humor

shook me

 Solid you Stand

Wise with Fruit

Gift of your Heart’s Intelligence

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I miss you my dark mother

 Warmth of Countless

Years of Gathered Sunshine

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once the center of your tribe

You are its very Essence

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