this is for you / Momma

   I want you to know that there are geodes in
your heart has so many arms, I cannot fathom how you carried us all
these years there has been wonder in looking at you. My momma, you’ve always been steel
fire is the warmest and most dangerous thing you ever taught me, I burn mine
            blue because blue is the strongest, warmest color I
know there is so much I do not know but I am
learning your language is so hard Momma, I am learning all the things you gave me that I never knew
            were gifts

before I grow any older (by a minute, or a second) I want to always come to you to hear you
tell me, how do I walk through the world a steel maker like you? How do I do it
gracefully you own a legacy you have yet to look back and see, it lives in my heart like a
geode(s) grow so many different colors,
                        so gracefully under pressure  

Momma I grow geodes in your name the color of the most vibrant indigo,
            I find them every time you remind me that there is strength deeper in these veins than I
know your legacy, Momma,
                        because I carry it

I carry your heart, I carry it in mine