Inheritance

In the absence of wealth

Our mothers passed down to us

Stifled teardrops and

Gleaming beads of sweats.

We cradled them in our beings

Turning them into crystal balls

To gaze through

At

Our submarined sorrows with

And found credential there

For all our pains.

(featured image by s. ilyaraja)

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