I know that my mothers are proud of me as their mothers would be,
Proud of where I stand in the world,
Of the person they raised to stand strong amongst adversity,
Know that they are proud of my heart made kind from the pain I knew,
Of my voice as loud as the thunder that shakes the sky,
I know they are proud and that brings me steadiness when I may stand uncertain,
For I am the product of their work and my own.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
