You ask, “Who am I?”
The pieces of every woman who came before your time
Scraps of chintz, lovingly stitched together
Calico cloth from an Auntie’s tattered dress
Pearl buttons cut from a Grandmother’s worn sweater
Poetic whispers in the night
A prayer to the stars
Oil and water
Loss and Love
These women formed you whole
How do you honour their brave?
By making yourself small?
By silencing your voice?
Each scrap, soft as velvet
Each stitch, strong as rooted willow
Be an everlasting reminder of who you were, who you are, and who you will become
Beautiful, brave, kind
~Brave women, Ancestors