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happy mother’s day + a poem!

Sending out lots of love to all the amazing super women and nurturers. You are magical Mamas! Happy Mother’s Day to my Moma, my most favorite mama of all; to my grandmothers, I love you!; to my sister Jenn, my other most favorite mama; and to my sister Jillian, my most favorite mama-to-be! 

You let me be me. You provide me with guidance and support and love. You let me make my own decisions. You let my imagination grow and you fed it so well throughout my childhood. You nurture my talents and give me confidence in my self and my actions. You gave me a handful of tools and unconditional love as a strong base — and still do to this day. I love you I love you I love you. Thank you for being such a cool mama cat. <3

Mommamialove

You Begin
Margaret Atwood

You begin this way:
this is your hand,
this is your eye,
that is a fish, blue and flat
on the paper, almost
the shape of an eye.
This is your mouth, this is an O
or a moon, whichever
you like. This is yellow.

Outside the window
is the rain, green
because it is summer, and beyond that
the trees and then the world,
which is round and has only
the colors of these nine crayons.

This is the world, which is fuller
and more difficult to learn than I have said.
You are right to smudge it that way
with the red and then
the orange: the world burns.

Once you have learned these words
you will learn that there are more
words than you can ever learn.
The word hand floats above your hand
like a small cloud over a lake.
The word hand anchors
your hand to this table,
your hand is a warm stone
I hold between two words.

This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.

It begins, it has an end,
this is what you will
come back to, this is your hand.

From Selected Poems II (1976-1986) by Margaret Atwood, published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1987. ()

 

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