Devonne Brown

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.