a mother’s face.

they crafted
with paint

they crafted
with clay

they crafted
with ideals

they crafted
cheeks with rosy bloom
eyes brimming with the tide
brows holding up an entire generation

they crafted
a face, a mother’s eyes
cast down, crying
for her children’s world

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