“This is hallowed ground,” she says,
“The taproot of our lives.”
My mom, her mom, her mom and on…
We walk back home to soil
we were dreamed from.
Veil lifted – our ancients arrive.
Root within root, we are trees,
One hallowed being,
a circle of women.
© Angela Bigler 2021
Photo by Shane Rounce on Unsplash