The one constant in life,
raised by the strong and the bold,
standing up to those who aimed to shoot her down,
never giving up, always giving her all,
continuing step after step after each hard fall.

The generosity beheld,
selfless to those who needed a hand,
just a call away for loved ones shaken from life's unyielding grip,
never rejecting an opportunity to be a shoulder to cry on,
looking up to those cherished friends who she so easily came upon.

The love shared with those around her,
without judgement or criticism,
revealing a half-witted sense of humor,
making fun out of uncomfortable situations,
sometimes embarrassing for her closest relations.

She taught me what I know today,
strength, ambition, selflessness, love,
coming from a line of strong women like no one's ever seen before,
passed from mother to daughter, generation to generation,
filling me immensely with adoration.

Elizabeth,
my mother,
who learned from the best; Emilia, who built unbreakable bonds.
Now passing that way of life onto her daughters;
Eryn and Elise.
The strongest women you will ever meet,
setting us up to accomplish remarkable feats.

Each adventure I dream up in my head
means nothing to me if you aren't resting next to me
each night under the stars
drawing lines from minute to second, star to star.
Oceans may separate our bodies like magnets opposing each pole,
but our souls will never part, forever intertwined,
our history is written between celestial bodies,
shining in a sea of blackness,
we meet again when salt dissolves,
our tears will stop,
the ocean runs dry,
we run to each other,
look up at the sky, hand in hand,
memories painted upon midnight's canvas,
the moon as our witness,
we reconnect,
let the journey take us to where we end up next.