Here’s a little something I wrote for my own Mama.
She taught me the best paths are usually rough, uncharted and sometimes upstream. She has healed herself of wounds that most ignore and allow to fester.. wounds that are usually passed on to the next generation so no one can escape hurt. She asks forgiveness from no one and instead forgave herself so she did not ferment her womb. She cleansed it so her daughters could be born free of the pain of the past. She spoke love and kindness into the meals she made to help make us good on the inside. She braided strength into our hair every morning (topped with a bow for good measure) and dressed us in matching armor. She is power, a force of nature herself. She is a storm that birthed hail and hurricanes.