March 25, 2021
A human who makes humans
It is strange to realize that I am a mother
I am a human
Who makes humans
I am the one who teaches
What love looks like
And feels like
To small minds
That know nothing
But what I offer them
I am the creator of breath
Of memory
Of futures
And yet
My days are not filled with such grand perspectives
Instead
I wash their feet
And cut their nails
And brush their hair
As if
We will both live forever.