'Violet Comes Off Of The Trees, ' - Poem by Romella Kitchens
It is the sun, naked and new.
There birth beside child in life.
There are cradles of condition.
Each woman sensing different hues,
laying fetal in their sorrows from
laying joyous and natal in their re-births
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