Of Rocks and Boulders


Rocks as mothers,

Rough skin masking the tug of war in its belly

Its tough sturdy face concealing the worries of its heart


Stones as stray kids;

The stone baby, calcified, entombed within a boulder

or graced around a dona’s neck

or cut and put on display

in a jewelry shop shines,

with what it kept or withheld or birthed or lost.


© Shittu Fowora

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