This goes out to the mamas,
raising the wild ones,
the not to be tamed,
the rare,
the reckless,
and the precious…
you are shaping stardust
into human form
minding moonlight
till its ready to instruct the tides
and light the nights
do not expect the world to see
your diamond in the rough
sparkle
not yet
they cannot
but one day
they will be unable
to take their eyes away
from its shine
to the mamas of the wild ones
you are star gatherers
moon catchers
and dream shapers
and you are exhausted
but shaping starlight
into human form
was always going to be tough
and you are.
Donna Ashworth #parentingpoem #shapingstardustpoem #wildonespoem
ART BY THE FABULOUS LUCY CAMPBELL