I was made by long pale fingers
hard working veiny hands combined at the tip
long black hair and womanly hips

I was made by a battleship/ a gun
I came from a body of warfare
a heroic soldier with a heart of steel and orchids
brutally drenched into this life

I came from tears
a soul who departed its country so fresh and young
a woman who will always remain innocent, from whom I learned
the beauty of being humble and having a short tongue
I came from pain and hours of screaming and turmoil
made by love and given away to life
torn by the same *****
I am her, and every ounce of good
was taught to me with her sweat and patience

when her heart felt withered and no longer at ease
she would eat my pain and cry my tears for me
she gathered all the fruits of life and put them at my door
even when I would not answer
she kept gathering to give me more

before I knew her name, before I could speak
she would bend over backwards to help me
when I knew nothing, when I was small and weak
she loved me for who I was, and through the years has seen me grow
and loves me still the way that only women who have given birth could know


my keeper
and a part of my soul
connected through a tender bridge
and cared for me still when my heart was made of coal

she is my best friend
she is the ultimate lover
she is the woman of all women
she is my beautiful mother