Look at your hands skilled to sew, cook, build, weed, clean strong to do what needs to be done, to fix the broken gentle enough for a baby to hold.
Look at your eyes which wrinkle in sheer delight which burn with fury at injustice which glisten with proof of your gentle heart which widen with joy at your grandson
Look at your waist that bends to tie an old man's shoes that stretches to reach the top shelf that supported two children and now grandchildren
Look at your lips glowing without lipstick pressing together in sternness smiling at a mere glimpse of your babies speaking unimaginable forgiveness and wisdom
Look at your legs bouncing a baby on your knee holding your child's face as she cries carrying you through miles of love, joy, loss, and laughter
Look at your arms mighty to carry all the grocery bags forceful to make the pieces fit right safe to hold your dear ones close
You are beautiful in all your parts and in your wholeness, every feature you call flawed a testament of your love.
3 thoughts on “Mom: A Poem”
I’m not a mom yet, but it’s certainly a goal. <3
A good goal 💛