Her daughter's picture
Sticks to the fridge.
It's a reminder,
A pretty face to be proud of,
A reason to continue.
Every time she eats,
Every time she drinks,
Whether alone or not,
She sees that shining face
And all is well.
When lightning strikes
And roaring thunders follow,
The two run together,
Sanctuary in mother,
Courage in daughter.
But the mother knows
The face will change with age,
Revolution will threaten them,
Fiery battles may ensue,
Not from hate but love.
These thoughts worry her,
Cross her mind sometimes,
When she looks at the picture,
At the beaming youthful face,
All is well.
-Zero
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