The last of her name
Creaks back and forth
like a rocking chair
supporting the weight of those sit on her
and catapult themselves forwards and backwards
with reckless abandon.
You can hear her gently snapping under the pressure
but she creaks gracefully
for this is her job
and her place.
She rocks back and forth
she can’t decide between
prevailing or the pain.
Maybe the pain gives her a reason to fight.
Maybe she doesn’t know her own strength.
Her hard work is summed up by the essence of her
Birthed already knowing the flow of how things go
Back and forth young steady girl
Go with the punches
and though you may not be ready
and retreat when you must
A daughter who comes out swinging,
hasn’t fashioned herself a rocking chair
but a throne
made from the same sturdy wood of her mother
crafted with the same indecisiveness.
She stands strong,
and sits in a chair built only for her.
Abandoned all she knew,
but she still has
the genetics of a stubborn soul
engrained into her DNA.