Beneath the Mango Tree

Beneath the Mango Tree: A Spoon River Verse* My heart hasn’t beaten, lungs didn’t breathe even. No one knows my fragile body was laid beneath the mango tree, behind a house that’s shabby, where she lived--- my unknown mommy. It was war time when she was raped, a faceless man brought her early grave. In… Continue reading Beneath the Mango Tree