a nurturing womb
gives birth
to givers,
and givers
don't know
when to stop.
the world is starved
for more and more.
the world takes and takes.
they'll never be emptied
anyways.
in my family,
there are three women,
with hearts so big,
and hands so warm.
they call them
home.
a disappointment after another,
they hold each other tight.
a warm meal
always on the table
enough to get you by.
to the women in my family
you are the reason
I am.
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