This is a Poem for My Mom

my fragile, concrete mother
when did you get so small?
shrinking in my arms
I hold on tighter
to calm your raging seas
and I realize
at nineteen
how you gave me
sinews and strings
of your muscles
bits and pieces
of your bones
until I could stand
on my own
you placed each feather
sewed them all together
and then you gave me
the beat
of your heart
and watched me fly away
so I write this for you
my fragile, concrete mother
to give you the stars
I found in the sky

This poem was originally published in the Aquinas College Sampler

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