Stella Robbins-Guest Blogger

A Pride of Women

My daughter bends down,
stoops to scoop me up and hug me
when she comes to visit,
as if I were the child.

How can this be?
In my mind I am not small;
in my mind I am a lioness
padding the earth, shoulders rippling
with untamed power,
my cubs gamboling behind me.

What does my daughter see
when she looks at me?
What does her mind remember
as she prowls the earth, shoulders rippling
with unfeigned prowess,
her stride gathering strength within her?

Come hear more of Stella’s work on June 30th, 2012 at 5 pm at The Writers Place in KC, MO.  We look forward to seeing you there.

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