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,
To hold him and
proclaim his bravery
When life gets weird.
Devonne Brown 
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