The sand was still but I heard her—
the footfall of my mother’s mother.
No wind moved, no tree did sway,
but her breath shaped the dreaming way.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
The sand was still but I heard her—
the footfall of my mother’s mother.
No wind moved, no tree did sway,
but her breath shaped the dreaming way.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
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