The Bravest Thing My Mother Ever Did
was not the years of shoulderpad armor,
of being the only woman to slip
and chew her way to the board rooms
and corner offices,
but what happened after:
the night she told us
she couldn't do it anymore,
she asked our permission
to put her compass
in her pocket
and ask the stars
for directions.
When I consider
how alike we are,
I don't know how she did it -
wandered restless
for so many months,
believing she could do anything.
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