Today's poem is by Cheryl Hopson
I imagine our difference as a flower garden
some of us are tulips,
sturdy-stemmed and bulbous
some of us are azaleas, overgrown and wild /
tiger lilies, cottonweed and bougainvillea.
Some of us do not yet have a name.
We are a tribe oflost siblings, with
the shocked look of the left behind.
There is loss at our center and
the people we were are no more.
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