Before They Turn the Lights out

In a wrinkle of time, her words became more than short breaths of air

They had transpired into tangible, animate beings. 

Although powerful, her voice was filled with love and understanding as she spoke her truth into existence. 

Her fiery spirit was an incendiary device that illuminated flames of vigor within me. 

When she told me to stand up, I stood; When she told me stand back, I stepped back. 

My Mentor, My Mother, my Soulmate, my greatest treasure. 

You guide me with speechless actions, and with gentle words. 

Each time I lose my self, I find myself in the reflection of your gentle eyes 

I find love for myself in the warmth of your embrace 

I find strength in your promises. 

But you are not only Strength, you are Weakness and everything that is human. 

You have slipped, you have fallen, and you’ve been broken; but you are gracefully broken. 

You did not raise me to be perfect, you raised me to be human.  

My Mentor, My Mother, My Soulmate, oh how I treasure you.

This poem is about: 
My family

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