I sat down with the Cedar tree
She put her hand on me
and said:
Motherhood is movement.
Constant motion towards the edge.
Pulled out into the ocean.
The deepest, farthest part.
Waves of tenderness and toughness
forever etched upon your skin.
Expanding your periphery
Until you see the whole horizon
often all at once.
From sky to land and back again
no part of you untouched.
The slow and steady
churning of a heart
that won’t stop beating.
Even after you are dead.
Because it lives outside your body now
carried,
just on different legs.
The only way is forward.
one foot to the next
carving paths made out of granite,
laying seeds with every step.
You’re breaking ground,
while making ground
in the hopes these structures hold.
That your children
can see a different path
beyond what we’ve been sold.
That hope and wonder never end for them.
That they know their worth
is gold.
And as you drift on farther,
past boundaries you didn’t set,
you begin to know what giving means with every blessed step.
It's love
on top of loveon top of love
on top of love.
© 2025, Kristen Warms
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