Thirty fours years ago I became a mother,
Nineteen and in love with a beautiful boy.
Strawberry blonde hair and pink skin,
My heart opened like a flower basking in the sunshine,
There was a “knowing” as he grew that he was created and formed
Protected, even in his suffering,
To become a beacon to the earth.
A sponge, competitor, kind and empathetic, seeker of knowledge, lover of people,
A powerful drive for more,
Moments of pride in all he has accomplished not because of me,
Often in spite of.
Beautiful boy with blonde hair, hazel eyes that squint when he smiles and laughs,
Prophet,
Carrying a legacy of justice, love, and peace
Like a river it moves through him,
Flowing like hope on all who step into it.
Cleansing the filth of complacency,
Renewing the mind
with Truth.
Beautiful boy, beautiful man.
Celebrating my son!
The Unmaking 