House of the Rising Daughter
Give thanks to your mansion
of a mama in that cold square room
the push and pull of breath
that brought you round the bend
On the shores of our regret
we celebrate you angel—
the future needs you
to star in its story
Your face a rising sun clotted
with beauty’s blood—your first
glass ceiling so perfectly shattered
Watch how you pounce the horizon—
closed eyes blind with light
ever shining
Head first
into a temple of gloves
hair wet and tangled with
the fury of your coming
Welcome angel
to this crash landing life
Your battle cry joins the symphony
© Samantha Thornhill
Published in Hedgebrook's newsletter
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this literally brought me to tears.
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