I pray for my mother.

The way she has prayed for me my whole life.

I pray that she finds peace in her days.

I pray that she maintains the strength she has exuded all my life.

My mother.

I love you.

You tell me I worry too much, but I wonder who I must have gotten it from?

Let me take a minute to think..

Could it be you, whose womb I came out of?

At 4am on a full moon, screaming to the heavens to forgive you.

You confessed at the top of your lungs that you were a sinner.

All the while you were in pain,

I was arguing with God about not coming here.

Into this world. Into this plane.

I was at his right hand.

He told me I had to come down. There was work to be done.

I kicked and screamed. Hollering while falling from the abyss and out of your womb.

I watched you struggle to make me the best version of yourself.

My Virgo Mother.

You taught me your religion.

You taught me how to pray. Our Father, Hail Mary Hail Mary Hail Mary, Glory be to the Father.

I’ve watched you cry.

Your solemn cry.

Diamonds and Galaxies are what you are made of.

Thank you for loving me and giving me the best.

The Best of You.