for myra 

hold her tight
she’s the girl
who Was
before her life as Mother

caress her face
she’s the grace
who picked her flowers bright
call of the wild and became a wife

look in her eyes,
she put all that aside
baby in her nest
to do the selfless,
live through someone else’s sight

hold her hand today
her little one is lifting off
who is it you see
on this bold day?

hold yourself
and love the You becoming You
you leading you
like the Mother
you will always be