Mother, by Julia McGee-Russell

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Mother, by Julia McGee-Russell

You are a crocus in the snow

The mast holding up our mainsail

You taught me I could be

Both woman and


You are unapologetic

In showing me your tears

In catching my own

With your cupped hands.

I built my successes on your shoulders

My first home, mother,

You blow smoke at the wind

And tell me,


Love yourself.’

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