Whimsy

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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, Gift, you never bow out without a fight

I also pray one day you can unclench your fists, release the armor from your breast 

Let your mind rest, and your heart soak in the comfort of sun’s radiance

Emanating your own shine 

Breezes unwinding in the frolic of your whimsy

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