It’s been a while since I’ve been on grace. Chile, the last time I wrote, I had 1 child, and now me and Beyonce are tied . Many things have happened, but I’m grateful for everything that has conspired that has allowed me to return to grace. This poem is for those who mutha, on today, and everyday.

*Trigger warning-Mention of pregnancy loss and grief. I have placed an asterisk next to the stanzas that contain these topics.

I won’t pretend to know what all those that mutha want on this day, but I can imagine…

I can imagine that they want some rest on today, uninterrupted

Shades drawn, knocked out, ear plugs and eye mask , weighted blanket cocoon kinda rest

Hotel kinda rest, if they really feeling it, complete with room serviced breakfast in a robe

I can imagine that they want some money on today

Crisp bills , cash app, zelle, venmo, or bitcoin if they feeling futuristic

Money exclusively for them to spend on frivolous things like candles, and skincare ,and the upteenth tube of red lipstick just cause they feel like it

I can imagine that they want some food on today

Food that makes them hum or dance while consuming it because it’s just that good

Food that is free from the gaze and judgement of others and makes its way from the mouth straight to the soul

I can imagine that they want some love on today

Love in its many forms via kind words and affirmations, a cleaned house and washed car , gentle hugs and nose kisses, a created craft project

or time just being present in the moment.

*I can imagine that they want to mourn on today

Mourn the sobering truth that those that muthered them are no longer able to mutha them in the earthly realm

Mourn the loss of their touch and their smell while listening to the last captured sound of their voice or reading saved written words

*I can imagine that they want to grieve on today

Grieve the single faint line that no matter what will not edge over to form two

Grieve the loss of a heartbeat that once was , but is no more

I can imagine that they want hope on today

Hope for new possibilities that it can and will happen for them

Hope with an unwavering faith that miracles still are possible

I can imagine that they want to laugh on today

Laugh with a joy that can’t be contained

with the wonder of what being muthered well and good muthering has produced

I can imagine that they want to celebrate on today

Celebrate the beings that they have nourished with their hands, their bodies,

and their souls

Celebrate the choices and sacrifices they made that allowed another creature to soar in freedom

I can imagine that they want to breathe on today

Exhaling real big, breathing out the burdens of life

and inhaling the blessings of abundance

I won’t pretend to know what all those that mutha want on this day, but my prayer is that your greatest wants leave your imagination and translate into the reality of your choosing.