Sunrise

No such thing as “just” a mother.
Simple humble glorious goddess of humanity.
Precious woman. Precious.
Magic and heartbreak and blood and pain and love.
So much love.
Don’t fear your own ferocity.
Embrace. Love girl. Love yourself as you love them.
Your creation. Your masterpieces.
The sweat. The tears. All those tears.
Shed like swords in defense of your fragile seeming yet unbreaking courage.
Lay down and rest sweet sweet mother.
Then rise.
Rise up!
Rise up!
Your gloriously imperfect struggle has given us all life!
I said LIFE! No less than LIFE!
A kiss for your forehead.
My arms wrapped around you so tight!
Mama mama wipe those tears.
You are the sunrise.

For my Heather, my Tahina, my Clarissa.

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