Mother dearest. Mother Earth. Mother me, my maker. Even when she sits in silence she is a presence that must be acknowledged. She speaks and we must listen. The wise words she strings together ever so eloquently are little lessons. I pay attention. For she says what she means and means what she says. She inspires, she invigorates, she shakes up your soul and makes you feel invincible. I can because I’ve seen her do. Against all odds she did and will always be more than capable to. She is destined and driven for so much more. And she knows it. She owns it and it fits. My mother. Almost as if there aren’t enough words in the world to describe her. She simply is. And my god, she will.
Written on Mothers Day 2017 for one of the strongest women I know.