Whimsy
In times of sadness Years of salt-stained cheeks Generations of being told what to say and when to speak I hope it is then you realize You are everything you seek How reflection reveals your best parts blessing the very world which surrounds you I hope one day you can fully see Truly bask in your own whimsy Each precious footstep resounding positivity Rippling into a quiet legacy Lingering in the corners of our sons’ sparkly grins Braided into our daughters’ bold tongues The fires of our children both learned and loved Your mother’s tears Free fall into your riverbeds Carving through stubborn earth How we built a life from these heartaches together Raised up villages to raise generations to come How we have multi-handedly undone Short-fallen expectations of what they thought we would become We are women Gateways from places unimagined Unhinged spirits tied into pretty bows We are as fierce as we are underestimated Complexities of human nature intuitively embedded into us I pray,