For my mother
That loves so hard
That gives too much
That fights when there is no fight left
But fights again
That pushes and pulls and tugs and stands and cries and soars for her children
That makes worlds from words and hides her poems
That heals with gifts, when she is the gift
That births spirit through unexpected cheer
That fashions through ancestral memory
That is eternal in her sincerity
That determined determination
For my mother
That deserves a new dawn yet is the dawn
That receives an unseen protection
That is the descendant of sharecroppers and the everlasting daughters of Tikar
That is not forgotten
That is etched in the memory of the remembered
That is a favorite of the favored
That is watched by God’s appointed gods yet is Goddess
That is the love of copious life
You are my dream, my waking breath, my galactic starlight
My plentiful everything
My source before sources
My love for you is a bottomless sweetgrass basket
filled with enchanted fruits to feed your hopes
guarded with primordial spears
covered in the warmth of Virginia’s kiss
Guided by the melody of Ernest’s song
And all for my mother
Love,
Jessie
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