I see her talking to the crows

I see you

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).

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Math obsessed perpetual asker of why. Creator of poetry, code, math, and art. find me at https://fractalkitty.com/ or https://linktr.ee/fractalkitty. Salem, OR

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