I am the full moon
rich with daughters.
reading bedtime stories
and drying tears over
spilled milk and bruised knees.
The quiver and the bow
holding my arrows close to my chest,
afraid to send them sailing through
a forest full of doubt.
I am the ambassador of Womanhood.
Everything they aspire to be,
everything they dread becoming.
The small whisper in the back of their minds.
The roar on school nights.
I know all,
See all. That is the Power
Yet… Doubt lingers.
“That’s not appropriate!”
“You may not have candy at 10 in the morning!”
I hide my potato chips.
“Because I said so,” the catch-all response
even clean clothing
is like asking for sanity in a circus.
“Do as I say, not as I do” is dead.
be Brave be Fair
be Kind be Honest
We all wish to be different,
Everything we find in ourselves.
Every thing we wish we didn’t.
We startle at acts of selflessness,
and accept self-sacrifice.
Unparalleled potential paired with
stunning brilliance, only able to thrive in loving spaces
and direct sunlight.
Children who will grow into
Who will change the world,
even if they can’t find their shoes.
Rae Coop is a native Pacific Northwestern. She is a new writer and mother of two. She discovered her passion for the writing in the seventh grade, when her teacher was stunned by her poem about the moon and the sun being lovers. Since then, she has dedicated much of her time to writing prose, poetry and short stories. This is her first publication.