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I am a mother. 

I create life in little acts every day.

Little things that I do so deftly,

as to make them invisible. 

I gave you that snack before you knew

a storm was about to brew. But I had my nose to the air 

and sensed it coming.

I am the nervous system of this family.

I feel the tremors of every upset; my antennae always probing. 

You grow up toward the light of my smiling face, child. 

Sometimes I feel that light like a fire licking at my feet

and I long to burn with it.

A new idea grows inside me;

a life that will be my own if I can just

carve out a little space, a little land

where no man can trespass.