Her thighs carry Atlas’ burden

But she treads with angel feet


Her abdomen stretched from birth

But her children play alongside her


Her arms weighed down from carrying

Babies, groceries, a bag, and a purse


Yet she maintains her grace and stance

From years of being on her own


The walker, the cane doesn’t stop her

And her heart beats for the world


She stands proud and defiant

Even in the shadow of death


A woman who made her means,

Made her children, made her life


An incredible, watery dream


© 2018 Valerie Hathaway




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