Mothers

'What do you say to a sister when you see her scan the horizon

Hesitant and unsure

When you know her fear

And the work that lays ahead

When you know she’ll come out the other side

Changed.

Softer, perhaps. Or maybe scarred.

But stronger, too, no doubt.

You walk with her as deep as you can into those waters

And you hold her close, as long as you can

And then you let go

And let her dive deep

Knowing there are parts of this journey she must make alone

Knowing there are storms that she must face

On her own

And you stand, a lighthouse, the shore

As she becomes one with the sea.'

~ Catie Atkinson