The love in mother's voice has transferred to mine.
When I speak I hear her
Reminding me she is always with me.
Always a part of my story.
The love in my father's eyes follow me.
Piercing through the mirror reminding me I am beautiful and my beauty is deeper than my melanin.
Always a part of my story.
Broken into fragments of who I have become
Fragments of who my children are.
The love is carried like DNA
Passed down
Redefined
Reinvented
Each year
Each generation
The love my family brings resonates on days I'm married to the bed.
When the sheets are too heavy to lift off my frame.
This love tells a story I never imagined living
But I'm living
And that is also love.
The love I embody is a story
A river of truth
This love is rich and passed down
It is ancestral
The love I seek is all the love I've ever known
All the love I've found in me.
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Marla Mason
Mother. Poet. Words of Affirmation. Life motto: "When all else fails, write."
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