His mother (a poem)

Why did you choose a woman like me?
I ask the child asleep in my arms.
Why do you want an emotional cripple?
Fat and unhappy.  Ready to burst with pent up rage.
Why did you choose a woman like me?
Bruised and torn.  A wreck in human form.
Why did you choose me?
Me, of all the people in the world!

A voice, soft as silk
As velvet
As brushed leather
Soft as butter left out for an hour
Speaks the answer.

He chose you because he knew you
Would protect him with all the ferocity of a mother bear
Would love him as effortlessly as a light breeze on a summer’s day
Would teach him to be the man he knew he needed to be
He chose you because you are you.
And he needed you to be who you are.

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