My Mother, A Goddess Of War.

I remember my mother standing tall, like some Celtic queen;
Unflinching, unyielding, unafraid, willing to kill for me,
And my brothers, who are very unlike myself,
They ran and cowered in their rooms
While I stood behind her silently
And watched her, in awe;
My mother, a god,
A warrior queen
A Beast,
Fight.

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2 thoughts on “My Mother, A Goddess Of War.

  1. The heart of mother is harder than stone, willing to fight for her children but still as soft as butter filled with love and compassion.

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