Motherless Daughters

Here’s to the motherless daughters,

the ones who knew a very soft place once:

where our stories were kept with great detail,

where questions had answers,

where we heard, “You’re going to be ok, Kid”—

and we believed it.

We were somehow cocooned inside her authority.

Inside the February winds, I will always find you.

Mom, you were here. You were real. You are deeply missed. Your life mattered.