I see her talking to the crows
I see my mama.
I see her talking to the crows.
I see that she is still the little girl that talks to animals.
She names them,
nurtures them,
and dreams grandiose dreams
of being part of the mischief.
I see my mama.
I see her talking to the crows.
I see her playing with them and finding friendship in them.
An orphan finding her siblings everywhere she goes.
A nurse, nurturing every little life around her.
A curious child, still picking up rocks and shiny things.
A weaver, creating art in nests and threads.
A bird, playing in the winds of time.
I see my mama.
I see her talking to the crows.
Art piece was created as a composite image of my mom as a child, Neskowin beach, sketched crows, and juxtaposed crows in multiple apps (Adobe, DistressedFX, Photoleap, and more).
