When a Mother Does

When a Mother Does..

When a mother falls to her knees,
to beg, and to pray;
to crawl and to get out of the way.
When a mother covers her face,
and her swollen skin,
to hide the burst blood vessels
and her fragility within;
there is no vanity there-
it’s to protect her tiny offspring.
The symphony of rage, and of slamming blows;
a musical made up of fists and pain and bursts of red,
knuckles to the face and elbows to the head.
Boots to the gut, and dizzying assaults;
she lives, because she has
someone to live for.
Like a Baobab,
A mother does.
Rooted deep in the earth – and equally as
clutched to the sky, grabbing for better
more beautiful dreams, to pull down,
as gifts for her child. Anything more beautiful;
than this.

A mother does, blame herself.
Inadequacy. Imperfection. Any old reason.
A mother, this mother, is a blessing.
She is not inadequate. She is human. And if her daughter
becomes a mother – she will have to tell her the same thing:
A mother does… the best a mother can do.
Love. Forgive. Love.
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Don’t let yesterday use up too much of today. – Cherokee

Ask questions from you heart and you will be answered from the heart. – Omaha

The soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tears. Wisdom comes only when you stop looking for it and start living the life the Creator intended for you. – Hopi