I look at you and see the strength of our people. I have seen you struggle in the dark; the world beating on your back, dragging your catch back to our den. Pulling your pots and pans out to cook it. A mop in one hand. A pencil in the other, marking up my homework with your love. The injured have no blame. Let it fall on those who injure. Leave the past behind where it belongs— and come with me toward tomorrow. I love you mommy cause you are beautiful, and i am life that springs from you: part tree, part weed, part flower. My roots run deep. I have been nourished well.
