When you are 80 years old and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now and your wild bones grow
luminous and ripe, having carried the weight of a passionate life.
When your hair is aflame with winter
and you have decades of learning and leaving and loving
sewn into the corners of your eyes
and your children come home to find their own history in
your face.
When you know what it feels like to fail ferociously
and have gained the capacity to rise and rise and rise
again.
When you can make your tea on a quiet and ridiculously
lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating beneath the cotton of your sweater.
Because your beauty began there beneath
the sweater and the
skin, remember?
This is when I will take you into my arms and coo
YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING you’ve come so far.
I see you. Your beauty is breathtaking."
- Jeannette Encinias
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