“...This morning I came, I saw, and I was conquered, as everyone would be who sees for the first time this great feat of mankind”. - President Franklin D. Roosevelt
her sides are bruised from holding back rough waters, yet she still opens her arms to receive the floods; my mother is stronger than the Hoover dam.
she built herself up from rubble to curl around my life, bending and breaking herself to plug up the cracks. the river of people thundering through my life see her as overbearing; i see her as the guiding force pushing me towards open waters that she could never empty herself into.
i describe my mother as a national monument; she describes herself as a pile of rocks. my mother wears humility like a nine-year-old raincoat fraying at the sleeves, because she spent the money on my brother and i instead.
i believe the softest smiles stand resolute and conquer.