I am a mother
with the natural ability to piece together words
that give birth to butterflies in bellies.

I feed these beautiful creatures of my own design
with bits of eraser and words of trust and hope
as I perfect their nourishment.

They thirst on the constant flow of ink
that bleeds effortlessly from my pen
like milk from a mother's breast.

I comfort them with a smile of metaphoric delight
as they grow from wings reflecting adolescence
to those patterned with confidence.

When their wings can fully function,
and the power of my words live inside you,
I feel the satisfaction only a mother knows.