Monday was International Women’s Day. In honour of that, I wrote a poem to celebrate women and more specifically, mothers. Even more specifically, my mother. She and all other women should be celebrated every day, but since we’re not there yet, I hope this poem will do. It’s a recognition of what mothers do for us, sometimes even without us knowing it. They are anchors that keep us stable in these times of great unrest. They keep our world together.
She is the sun.
My warmth during cold days
that wraps itself around my body and soul.
She is the moon.
My light during dark nights
that shines tirelessly till morning.
She is the stars.
My compass on forgotten roads
that guides me home safely, time and again.
She is more than the world.