Under that same Quince
scattered,
the ashes of this
Mother,
now gone,
long since transformed
by Quince Tree,
spreading, strong;
long since departed
from girl,
now grown.
And Quince arms reach forth
become Mother.
Under that same Quince
scattered,
the ashes of this
Mother,
now gone,
long since transformed
by Quince Tree,
spreading, strong;
long since departed
from girl,
now grown.
And Quince arms reach forth
become Mother.