Devonne Brown

I defer to Shakespeare again.
All women in their time play all the parts.
When time’s struggle hacks away at the core of motherhood, she blooms
Slices of her incognito souls fall around her.
She’s protected her child with her promises 
Surefooted he stands on her love and covers his head, 
With the hat of awareness.
The recognition that
Her 
powerful sanctuary, always
Even when he is afraid and doesn’t understand,
will emerge, like Venus on the half shell
To hold him and proclaim his bravery
When life gets weird.