Beneath the cold gray skies---proudly
she stood.
Stripped bare, naked to the world,
arms outstretched to the heavens,
unashamed, poised in her rooted dignity,
she stood.
Through the peep holes of windows
eyes reached out touching her beauty:
This ancient lady, an aged tree---glorified
in the autumn of her life.
With analogous reflections and flowing tears
I glorify my ebony hued mother---stripped
bare of her God given rights; yet she struggles on
with arms raised, poised in her dignity, shamelessly
she stands:
proudly mastering each day in the autumn of her life.