From her sea came all,

loves even when it pains her

tears, a song of spring.

Mothers sacrifice so much in their curation of humanity. The ability to love and dance even in the recesses of stolen moments of solitude tells us all we need to know about the valorous woman we give name and title to. Even a tithe of our attention requites her investment in the universe. How we treat our women, the universe responds in kind. How we love our mothers, the Creator takes note.

Love eternal.