- Vol. 07
- Chapter 04
Even when the world is upside down
and grief lies in red puddles,
she will stand her ground.
Sometimes the sky is a blue mantle
lending warmth to her vigil,
clouds lend kindly shade.
She waits, enduring weather; abuse
from the mindless, anger
from the ignorant and danger.
Always there are women waiting, carrying
the needed, collecting the wanted
trying to bring it all home.