To my mama
Who lets me cry at the kitchen table
After making me dinner
On her birthday
To my mama
Twenty-nine this year
She knows what I mean
To my mama
Who pulls the Flower of Stones
From her tarot deck today
The matriarch grizzly bear
To my mama
To every moment she has been here
Solid and steady, kind and beautiful
And to many, many more
With Love,
Natalie