Not to move, but to study them
To celebrate the molecules composing our bones
To kiss our scars
To kiss the ones who gave them to us
And the ones who healed them
How many people have you looked to?
To scoop you up when the world feels too big
When words fail you and tears drown you
And you find yourself anchored to this earth
By the knowing eyes of a mother
With arms made of flowers
And a heartbeat to match the ocean
She holds you with the strength of a thunderstorm
And the gentleness of a breeze
May we always remember the Band of Mothers
Examine their impact
Trace their fingerprints
Hum their songs
And thank them for our beginning,
For our becoming.