Her DNA is Rooted in Love

Her DNA intertwines
like the roots of a tree.

Soil,
rich with love from her resting mothers,  
lines the ladder
of her hereditary spine  
giving her the strength
they know she will need.

Each rung, a marker of wisdom,
brightens when it hears a call help -

When given the choice
to be right or kind,
be kind.

Be an open palm.
You lose more sand gripping it. 

As she lives her life
the trunk of her bloodline
expands -

It’s okay to have needs
beyond survival needs.

Let space be space. 
 
- adding her own layer of love 

Be kind to yourself.
Celebrate the small wins of change.

Listen to your body. 
It knows what you need.

- for the next generation.

Love is wrapped around 
time’s endless reach,
accessible by ladder.

Note

If you could call for help, what help would you ask for? Who do you think would answer the call? What do you think they would say?

Reflect upon your own life, what bits of wisdom have you picked up along the way? What message do you hope will be heard when you are called upon for help by the next generation?

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My oldest daughter was dangling upside down at the park and said, “I’m strong. I’m holding on to something!”

This struck me as poetic although she didn’t mean it to be. She was only three.

She declared her strength while also acknowledging she needed support.

I wonder if I felt her words so strongly because we were struggling at the time with infertility. We had experienced three failed attempts at IVF just shortly after my mother passed away from cancer.