For all of us who mother, whether we are called auntie, grandma, mom, sis, or stepmom.
Motherhood
They smell of green.
The beauty of a breeze in their eyes.
From their toes and the toss of crisp curls
Sunshine invades our souls.
They taste of purple.
They are the heirs that breathe
The mysteries of humanity's story.
Directions toward divinity.
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