Poem – She Had a Mama

They thought they could break her,

steal her light,

hide her from the morning.

But they didn't know -

a mother's love

is a storm that doesn't pass,

a fire that doesn't burn out,

a river that carves through stone.

I chased her shadow

across deserts and mountains,

through fear and sleepless nights,

because my arms were the home

she was meant to return to.

Now she stands,

a warrior wrapped in grace,

and when I see her smile,

I know -

God never let go.