She's coming. I can feel her.
Fierce.
Like a mother's love, she is a full moon on a dark night.
She's bringing all the stories,
a history of you.
She is broad and strong.
She is not scared of anything:
who she has been
and who she will become.
She is a storyteller
and she is headed for your door.
She will look you straight in the eye.
She will see your intentions,
even when you can't bear to look closely at them.
She will sit with you in
silence and tears
in laughter and joy.
Her presence is unequaled
and you won't be the same
once she moves on.
She will become part of you.