2024

Porcelain, glaze, pearls and womanly items.

My mothers voice lives within me, just as her mothers’ lives within her.

The beautiful, sometimes cruel words linger all the same.

Just one of many feminine hardships.

The cycle of wisdom is infinite, I learned from them, as they learn from me.

Eventually, understanding, forgiving, but not forgetting.

It is our choice to decide what to do with the burden and blessing of being different from our mothers.