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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required " My mother shed her protective love around me and without knowing why, people sensed that I had value." ~Maya Angelou " As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. " ~Kristin Hannah “ I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind" Born female, and upon my brow the magic mark , as my mother's mothers before me. Red pigmented and shaped like a broken heart, the very heart of my story. From generations of wombs and bloodlines before, I am chosen to take up these stones. And being apart of this family, I am yet destined to be alone. The Amber, with whiskey color glowing within… pumpkin tinged and power singed. Giving its wielder healing power and protection through the midnight hour. The Sapphire stone, deepest indigo, as the depths of the ocean's foaming folds. Granting wisdom within it's warming light and discernment of truth, of wrong and right. And the third stone is a Ruby of red, whose clarity muddles the mind and clouds the head. Releasing passions once held in check, while you see clearly, their pulsing neck. Combined the three, passed down to me, from maternal bloodline flows. So now with these words and the heat of my hands, I part the veil to long ago... Though darkly, I see, far back through time, this several great-great grandmother of mine. And watch as she, undeservedly, is made to lie in an early grave … No knight in armour in this tale, Herself alone she must save. These stones that I now hold, she finds, as in darkness they begin to shine. All air is gone, her breathing stops and the heart inside can beat no more. Until the magic finds a home in a wronged woman's maternal core. Then hearing a weak pulse, somehow MISPLACED... upon her brow I see the red- pigmented mark, the broken heart Upon her brow, BEGIN TO B E A T.... And now we know this history, the story that began my own. I await the rest of my family tale from inside the stones, I'm shown. When I know my true life's purpose, when I am connected with all of them… then my hearts blood will stop beating... ...but my magic heart beat will begin.
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