you see
the wrinkled face,
old fashioned clothes and hair,
clean, but shabby; pressed, but poor
you think
you know
this story, but you know nothing –
sacrifice, courage, love
where you can’t see –
beneath
A photograph of my great-grandparents with my Grandmother in a white dress, her sister and brothers around her.
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Marion’s prompt: Beneath the surface
With spring flowers pushing up along the verges, it’s easy to forget how long they lay buried in darkness as bulbs. That contrast draws my attention to what remains unseen—what lies beneath, whether in the soil or within ourselves.
For this prompt, I invite you to explore the theme: Beneath the Surface.
Write in any form, but keep your poem to 20 lines or fewer.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Beautiful- no one can see, or know the struggles of another just by looking at them.
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