Morning Scenes


it’s three in the morning
lights are still off
but candles are lit
she on her knees
with her weary face
and circle of beads on hand
talking to high above
praying for her little ones

the next morning
you will find her
in the same spot
back on her knees
quietly conversing
to the unseen listener
the only difference
is the light on her face

each morning is the same
a scene in repeat
a routine she intend to keep
without end, without fail
just like her mother
and her mother’s mother
because like them
she believe

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