to the Godmother I had
a little lamb flocked seven continents, long champ bags in hand
napkins tucked with coupons in the zippered interior pockets
compartmentalized with eons of knowledge, intuition key to character
a warrior holding a northern light for all close to her to follow
her silence spoke peerless to the Thanksgiving turmoil, chatterboxes spewing Chinese before Happy Birthday hymns on Saturday nights, her introspection caving paths amidst dissonance
circular glasses on a soft, pointed nose, her hair curled dark against light wrinkled skin
bottles of international skincare meant youth compressed into SK-II serums bought at discounted prices - from the SOGO 2 we loved to shop at - Taipei close to home at heart
my mother considered her my consultant, myself thinking of her consideration
her balanced inquiry as to my wellbeing, achievements aligned with accomplishment, praise matched with delicate deliberation of what was to come, potential enabling an omnipotent future
herself, mindful to the motions of life and all of its actions, honing her keen eyes on the world in balance, not just the tick marks on her silver watch
all love for the people worth loving, a successful, warrior daughter
and a husband, wholehearted, cheerful with ensuring every day glee
black blouses met leather as she rested her back on cushioned chairs,
hopefully reliving the adrenaline of economical plane rides, flying thousands of miles for hundreds, dozens of days passing one at a time, checkmarks on a map optimized
she’d seen the world: all of it, truly
the skyscrapers she scoured floor by floor, plucking pictures of souvenirs
the grasslands, dirt beneath her feet, one with the wind and the flowers
and everything in between - the world her oyster, and she the pearl
through it all, the lamb learned to leap with grace, mindful of the thorns left by life beneath her
dabbing pricked wounds with lotus leaves, her making the most of what there is to enjoy
holding the ones to love close to heart, maintaining a smile through the inherent suffering
though this lamb has leapt into newer plains, she’s left a tiger here to stay
her voice echoing through the jungles, a menagerie of warrior children grown to change the world itself
never shedding a tear, the lamb remarkably made her way
humble at heart, she made peace with the predator and the prey
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