Weeds

She holds her sorrow

As cherished memories

Crucible of womanhood

Tear filled urn

placed on the mantle

of her heart

Inshrined to her beautiful soul

She returns to pay homage

Never to forget

Where she came from

Most importantly to where she is going

Weeds in her of her past

Will cause her to construct

A beautiful garden

She does not despise them

She embraces in order to know

Who she is