I am Woman
Mother, Mom, Momma,
Aun-tee-Kat. Grand-mom, G-momma.
Powered by a single choice.
Well read, Thinking,
Impatient with Stupidity,
Lover of children,
As long as she can,
And will, as long as we breathe.
Hater of Lies, Fear,
Frozen, Fractured Fear..
A self-proclaimed servant, Patron Saint
To the masses
To the Armies
Who choose to have peace in the ranks.
Who chose to put the children first.
Who choose a road, more rocky, to travel.
One stinking, straining minute at a time.
In the name of mother's everywhere.
Blessings on your momma-spirits.
May you have the innate strength,
(Or borrow it, or call me,
or other sisters for help.)
When decisions need be made, for you,
For the sake of the children.
Be brave. Know that you are not alone.
Thousands of mothers struggle, every day
Every minutes, with every child.
And it is not easy.
But it is worthy.
Many weary women have traveled this road.
And emerged, on the other side,
Stronger for it, thankful.
Less likely to fail.
Still loving life.
The gift of Simple, peaceful, joyful, happiness.
Is earned, one solitary decision,
One moment, in a lifetime of moments,
But, One minute at a time.
poverty, fear, isolation, indecision?
Are just the inward-pointed faces
of the outward-pointing faces
Of Stamina, Bravery, Sisterhood, Life.
The road to Free,
open, laughing power,
Breeds women of strength, fortitude, courage.
There is naught that you cannot face
When supported by so many other unknown faces
That preceded your advent on this road.
All smiling-wishing you well,
Wishing you-peace and power.
Blessed be your solo spirits,