You used to write our names
in big letters,
on all our school books.
You made it look like writing our names was your joy
Grounding yourself in the knowing that we are your children,
your lovely children
You hugged us in your dedication
in doing those simple things.

You used to write our names in those big letters, the handwriting that could only be yours.
And in just those letters I knew who we were, who you were.

Mom.