Madre

Mom, mama, Madre. 

Please read this and feel this Day and Night. 

I Love you for Eternity. 
I have loved you since before the Spark brought me Here. 

Your ability to love and keep holding me through it all  - is the only medicine I need.

My body and blood are yours.
My laugh and hands, a reflection of the deep well of truth within our lineage.

Women of grit; survivors turned thrivers.
Balkan babes, bustling in wherewithal. 

The kind of steel hips only made by immigrants of refuge and war. 
The burden to carry it All forced by life, so heavy the feminine collapsed. 

Yet, there is such beauty of broken porcelain patched together with gold. It is stronger and even more beautiful than before.

Your wounds make you Human.
Your Heart makes you Mom.
Your Love makes you God.

Never
Never forget you are the Beloved.