Momma, What is Love?
a poem for her growing heart
Photo by guille pozzi on Unsplash
She asked me,
Momma, what is love?
I smoothed her cheek and said,
Baby,
Love is a revolution.
A rebellion.
A dance.
If you search for it with your eyes, you may never find it
But if you can hear it prancing through your heart.
It will always be yours.
About the Creator
E. B. Rowland
From the heart of motherhood, where tenderness and chaos share a breath, I write because I must - to make sense of living, to uplift the overlooked, and to outpour the magic of living raw to the bone.
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