They have become tailors and seamstresses, specializing in mending broken spirits as they stitch themselves together every day.

When I was a child, I often wondered why There were gullies in my mother's forehead, And crows feet fanning away from her eyes, And spider webs tangled in her hair, Their silver threads spreading everywhere,

If, in all of eternity, one's life were but a weekend, then for my weekend I'd say I lived and I am grateful for that.

In the morning, at the crack of the dawn, the sun peeps over the hills. Casting off the blanket of the night, a warm, clear light it brings, And the cold mists that gather in the valley Quickly melt away.

Cacique Caonabo heads off to war while his wife, Anacaona, fights her own battles at home.

This week's prompt over in the Blockchain Poets' community is titled Mama. You're invited to write poems inspired by your mother. Here's the link with the details, please participate if you can. I really

She can never forget him, not for as long as she lives

Swearing vengeance before the gods and man, she promised to return to her enemies ten times the pain they had brought. Or die trying.

Said the newly confident girl to her peers: At first I used to care for the way you defined me, but then I realized that it was the way I viewed myself that mattered, And that it didn’t really matter what

They say bats have ultrasonic vision. She's not so sure.

I never thought that I would be a matador, but matador at 17, I was and all I had for a muleta was a bag of eggs.

They live behind the dense foliage that stands like a wall between the sun's light and the forest's eternal night

"Ouch!" Joe yelped as, laces trapped beneath his bully's shoe, he stumbled and skid. The bully, towering over him, laughed cruelly. Tears of anger burning his eyes, Joe stood. Tiny stones cutting

When Joe was pushed around one time too many, he decided to fight back.

I wanted to scream that it wasn't mine, but I couldn't exactly do that and look sane, right?

Butterflies didn't fly at night, but she did...

I have a soul to nurture. He is the future.

At the end of your day, you must be able to say, it was a day well spent, my energy was well allocated, I am comfortable

He should have listened.

Plans always seem foolproof until they aren't.