As May comes to a close, this poem is in honor of mothers. Of comforting hugs at 3 a.m. and blistering emails in our defence. Of warm soup on a feverish winter day and battles on our behalf.
From a mother’s heart:
Roar
Don’t lift a finger
Think before you lift your voice
Take a step back
No
That’s not far enough
More
More
Better
This here’s my den
And these cubs are mine to protect
So don’t test me
I would hate to rip you to shreds
From seem to seam
And I’ll do it slowly
🐞
I used to run alone
Hugging the edge of pride
I used to see just me
As I stood by the river
But now there is us
Replicas of yesterdays gone by
Tumbling into the cavern of my heart
And I will defend every last one
Till my dying breath
~Gloriaea🦋