She’d had an abbreviated Maiden phase, cut short by
sexual assault and early marriage. She had her first child at age 20.
The next four decades she was Mother to children,
husbands, and old people.
She gazed at the woman in the mirror; not the naïve Maiden
or the busy Mother.
Those days were over. Her children had grown and her
husband crossed over.
He was still with her in literal Spirit, only making her
stronger.
Calm eyes looked back at her, hair graying softly and
laugh lines intertwined with worry lines.
It was time.
“So Mote It Be, Motherfuckers.”
