I can see her in my heart’s eye,
spanning time, improbable places,
one common denominator.

The hurt and inherent fight
for her own.
Her plight heard across all
universes,
reverberating consequences
so beautifully just in cruelty,
a legend in retelling.

As concise as a fable in its
lessons. Which what everything
is made of says like this,
if there is a language grand enough
to speak for itself:

“Don’t fuck with life-givers.”

05/12/2024

Author's Note: Happy mother’s day.

Posted on 05/12/2024
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