As the heirloom chairs wooden feet sit firm
like a strong oaken trees roots, as if
grown from within the hand-hewn oak floors,
a child bride, a mother gazes into the unknown.
Whether she seeks answers to
unasked questions or is drawn
into the wonder of probabilities
for her son, warmly snuggled
against her breast, we know not.
What our eyes see will reveal
to the onlooker, what is most
likely on the hearts of the viewer.
Some will see unconditional love,
with a sudden tugging upon
their own heartstring, as such
a scene unfolds fond memories.
Perhaps another will see that which
reminds them of the sadness felt
clutching their stomach
like a vise grip
having never had that kind of mother ---
the duality of life
reflected in a single picture ...
what stories can and will unfold?
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