For the Women Who Raised Us

For the mothers who taught us

that survival is its own kind of love.

For the grandmothers who gave us their stories,

who cradled generations

in their dusk-worn hands.

For the aunts and the sisters

who held us when the world felt like too much,

who stitched us back together

when no one else knew we were breaking.

For the women who showed us

that strength is the courage to keep loving,

even when love has failed you before.

This is for them.

For every woman who made us whole,

when we thought we’d never be whole again.