Maya James

Lioness

Strong like a lioness, she fought scorned and alone through the day. She fought through her thoughts, danced through her job going here and there rapidly, difficultly, till finally she came home to her selfish cubs, lovingly listening to their tales. We, to her, was her greatest joy. Her, to us, was our hero, though not then. We thought we were above showing love and appreciate. Yet she loved us without it. She loved us when she didn't yet love herself. She was a goddess, like Hera, working to keep our family up and running when we were abandoned.