For Atlas

Being a mother is every cliché in the book,

And better.

But being your mother, Atlas,

Being your mother

Gives me hope;

Unbridled hope for the world

You will grow up in,

For the people you will meet

And the person you will become.

This universe needs you and it will try

To shake you up and

Hurt you,

But I will teach you to look it

In the face and roar.

I will lay out every avenue and stop sign I know

So you can navigate this world

Better than I did,

Better than my father,

And better than his.

Being a mother means

Looking at your face and

Wondering how someone so broken

Could make something so wonderful,

And it’s like suddenly every road of my life

Makes sense because

It brought you

Here.

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