And maybe you are not a size 6
but you were size enough to carry me,
a dot in space that grew into a baby who grew into a woman who is both a daughter and a friend.
And I stayed there inside you-not noticing whether the walls around me were size 6 or 16
because they were keeping me safe.
And I hope now that you will not notice either.
Inches are not value,
but space.
Poetry
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This brings a tear to my eyes. What a beautiful honor to be a part of. Reading this as a mother and/or a child will make you think deeply about your current relation with the other. Thank you for the reminder!
Suggestion:
-The hyphen between “you” and “not” is a bit confusing. Perhaps using the “em dash” instead as it is meant to replace commas, semi-colons, and colons.
Beautiful piece!
Take care!
Michelle R.
I’m so happy but surprised it granted so much emotion in you! Thanks for reading. Also, thanks for telling me about the hyphen. I’m not much with computers. I just type all these quickly as a way to release during the day/night. I never edit them, because I know they aren’t masterpieces, just musings. I love all the feedback you give, thanks so much. It’s great to hear.
Being a mother myself this poem really hits home! Excellent work!
Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. I want mothers to know they are beautiful, not for what they look like, but what they have done.