Markers would help
From the blaze comes melted wax
The colors mixed intense
Her canvas now the world
No longer boxed in
Mentored by right mind
Guided mind left
The picture drawn
Ruined by scribble
Creatively wronged
Dear to mothers
Who suffered
Held back by
the
envision of her
Womanly self
Go back to the roots
Water and clay
The earth surrounds her
These
her last days
Marked Hers
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