Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

I see you, mama.

My heart twinges for all you face.
You are magnificence.

Warmth and grace.

Endless love, no conditions. Raw.

Life’s breath, blooming,

long after they left your womb.

You are

Eternal beauty.

The essence of maternal magic.

I see you, girl. I feel your pain…

You’re tears are not shed alone.

Your selflessness and sacrifice are not in vane.

Mama, you got this.

You are their sun. Their midnight moon.

Because of you, those flowers grow.

It’s your love from which they bloom.

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And soon when there are no more tears to dry, you’ll swell with pride as they spread their wings and begin to fly.