2 min readSep 3, 2021
The Woman Who Would Be Mother
~ though we did not share a womb ~
It’s dusk.
“Come child, sit”
she’d say.
Wood fire
clay courtyard
small and damp
smell of which
sits in my soul
~ though we did not share a womb ~
It’s dusk.
“Come child, sit”
she’d say.
Wood fire
clay courtyard
small and damp
smell of which
sits in my soul
Multimedia artist, writer, poet. “I could not have painted myself happy without painting myself sad first…” faridahaque@gmail.com