FREE VERSE Poem: My Mother as Geography, by Aviva Derenowski

my mother’s like a village
a place for ancestral wisdom

my mother’s like a town
a home for growth and learning

my mother’s like a city
welcoming all who enter her domain

my mother’s like a river
adapting to the times and constantly learning

my mother’s like a mountain
a foundation for future growth

my mother’s like an ocean
healing those who seek her wisdom

my mother’s like Africa
vibrant colorful mysterious

my mother’s like America
wealthy abundant resourceful

my mother’s like Asia
venerated ancient mystical

my mother’s like Australia
wild independent fun-loving

my mother’s like Europe
stylish elegant well-mannered

my mother’s like Atlantis
alive in the hearts of many