For years I longed
To be called mama
I fought for it through loss
And progesterone shots
And prayer
Now the name follows me
Into the night
Through closed doors
Across the playground
Up the stairs
Some days it feels like
A weight I cannot carry
A burden I cannot bear
And I am brought to my knees
By the magnitude of it
But most days it is
The holiest word I hear
Rising out of the chaos
Like a poem
Or a prayer
(Photo by Kaitlyn Young)
Love this and resonate with it so much. Beautiful! ♥️
So lovely!