Mother and Child (c. 1864)

A poem I wrote for my children.

The World is Heavy and other truths I’d rather not have to address.

The truth, my loves, 
is that the world is heavy.
I can not make it lighter for you,
no matter how hard I try.
All I can do is help you build your muscles
and give you tools
to make the weight a little easier to withstand.
Feathers of joy and self-confidence,
Wings of hope and courage,
Muscles of love and determination,
Pieces of strength that you can share with others
without losing yourself.

Love,
Mama
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