Her center, an incandescent fire,
Represents all that is loving, fun, true,
Talk to her about any desire,
She'll let you know it's okay to be you.
A sanctuary for all lost souls,
Understanding, whoever you might be,
And accepting all that this love enrolls,
When you need a place to turn, it is she.
She's free as a bird, like Persephone,
Spreading her bliss and universal love,
But still stays grounded, like a rooted tree,
With beauty of snapdragon or foxglove.
Embodiment of feminine divine,
Always filled with beauty, sass, and sunshine,
Worshiped with Gaia on my daily shrine,
I know I'm in her heart, as she's in mine.
(Written for Beverly Rogers.
A woman that was mother and grandmother to
me.
Who always had her door and her arms open when all others had turned
their backs.)
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