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SIGNED, A DAUGHTER’S MOTHER

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By contributing writer Danee Riggs

I held her in the palms of my hands
Never in my life have I held something so amazing
Tiny little fingers reaching out to me
The perfect set of little toes
And yet, it was her eyes that transported me
Into hope and beauty, a future unobstructed
From the smile in her eyes I could see
Endless possibilities and wonders I had forgotten
Since my own childhood
A blast forward into overwhelming joy, my life lived
More completely, not through her but because of her
Then suddenly I am pulled back
And I wonder if my ancestral mothers
Held their daughters this very same way
Thousands of years before, nestled
Their tiny little bodies in the folds of their arms
Realizing that they carried the future
In the palms of their hands

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