I passed her on the playground I was once her Someday she’ll be me She was pushing a giggling girl in a fastened seat I watched Bouncing pig tails and kicking feet I smiled at her She smiled at me I wanted to pause my walk and tell her all I’ve learned along my motherly …
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A Woman Never Tells
Oh, the lessons I could tell and the wisdom I could channel as I approach another birthday, making me all the wiser. Wisdom earned, not through deep regrets or extended bouts of brokenness, but mostly through persistence, purposeful direction, and a healthy dose of Divine intervention. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears too. I could …