my mama had hands
knock you into next
Sunday get you right
quick she knew what
you thought before the
thought formed we were
instructed to think
good thoughts she
was intuitive to
a point she wanted things
she discerned how to get them
she was brave had to be
so she was she was bigger than a
survivor she learned to strive
she had secrets some we knew
some we learned others died
with her she was stubborn like that
she had little use for
weakness so we were able
she had been wounded some
where but she kept that to herself
it drove her in ways we could not
understand she medicated her demons
but they would howl
and rage at times
she was hungry for life
she had a small slice her dreams
were big enough to hold more
she was wise in her way knowing
enough to get her way her life
taught more than she shared if you
were a part of her she would fight for
you but she could let go too of some things
not the source of her wounds or
the way life made her a warrior woman
don’t know if she knew she was born to
the sword and shield but she carried the
banner none the less taught me to go
forward in the storm to make what I need
to trust myself because sometimes that
be your only counsel she taught me to
cover the ground with my shadow and
to draw a line you can’t cross with your
hands closed she made me who I be
by negation and adaptation I follow her
down paths she cleared I carry her
with me through doors she never opened
into rooms she would have dominated
had she been given what she gave
she is with me in the deserts of my despair
she is with me on top of the mountain
many mountains behind us
many more in front of us
Ache Mama Ache
look at the view
This is lovely