“Women are in a constant state of awe
and mourning our mothers
We fear them
Revere them
And hope they live forever
Even the worst ones
Because we think
Time will make mothers of us all
Sturdy
Unshakable mothers
Who cradle death in their breast
And cry alone
We hope
But they don’t
So we live
In awe of their pain and beauty
Mourning the time not spent on their chest
Breathing in deeply the smell of their skin
Falling asleep in their beds
In awe of how horribly we miss them
– Luna McConnell
This poem was written by the daughter of a dear friend, and we love how it so accurately captures the complexity of motherhood. We dedicate it to all of you mothers and mother-figures. You may feel like you’re in a thankless role, but the world would no doubt crumble in your absence.
We hope you find joy inside the pages of this month’s issue. Our cover this month features the art of Brook Proctor and you can see her work May 10th from 4-8pm at Rogala Design. Thank you for continuing to read and support local.
Your neighbors,
Shaleen and Sam DeStefano