My Mother is WonderwomenExcept she

My Mother is Wonderwomen

Except she doesn’t wear cape dangerously tied around her neck. Or a funny looking onesey made of

a mix between rubber and spandex.

This women doesn’t have a medal of honor, or a belt of a champion,

heck she’s not even close to having  any super powers either.

But she is still Wonder women.  And though she doesn’t have mutations, or

strange abilities, this Wonder women did something extraordinary.  You see, Wonder women secretly

grasped all her humanly powers, and year by year let them flow unnoticed into her baby child.

Ever since my birth, she had signed her soul away.

And if she didn’t put all those human powers somewhere they would dissolute into the air, and just exist there, because these atoms are constantly being shared, but can never be destroyed.

Intelligence, right there, is one of those powers that are still finding their way into my blood stream and into my feelings and into my mentality, and they will be until the day when my mothers gifts are finally gone and I have to start synthesizing my own humanly powers.

As this child grew, Wonder woman was in a constant battle with evil villains that threaten her and her child. She was equipped with not a single sword or shield or plate of amour.

Nor a single ally to watch her back.  Wonder women was up till ungodly hours in the night, fighting for the things that would buy her child every silly toy she wanted, while now she cant remember ever receiving a single one. And even though Wonder women knew this tiny child wouldn’t recall half of her childhood, she continued.

Continued taking away from her own future, laying it down infront of her child so that when this child learned to walk she had somewhere to go, so that when this child could talk, she’d say where she would want to go with wonder women, or one day without. So that when this child didn’t need her wonderwomen taking from her future, and didn’t need a longer path for her mother to lead, but the child would not need to worry. Because wonder women would still lay down brick by brick, on her hands and knees, till blood showed itself on her, til this road was golden.

Wonder women hoped, had no real idea, that by breaking her future, wwould her child still be stumbling her way down the road she paved for her, or hopelessly wandering off the path, her mother gave to much up to line with gold. As I’ve been walking down this treasure road, I saw my mother going astray from her own road.

Her road was not paved in gold, more like harsh gravel. But a path nonetheless, and I seen my mother, I seen her unconsciously wandering from that path! As destroyed as the path was, I didn’t want her to not walk a path at all. Now I’m realizing, that maybe I have to take wonder women, and let her walk along the golden road with me. Hand in hand, skin touching skin so that maybe the gifts she gave me will linger on her still, so that the birth of a leech doesn’t mean she loses everything.

We were discussing wonder women. How she doesn’t have trophies, or and recognition of anything spectacular. Or anything to show for what she gave up, what she sacrificed, what she lost and might not find again.

Except me, her child.

And I’m here, to give wonder women her medal of honor, her prize she lived without for so long.  Wonder women is humble, so of course she will take this gift lightly. But its one of the only gifts I can give back, because she had already given away to much.

This is salute to you wonder women. You saved the day, everyday since this would her child still be stumbling her way down the road she paved for her, or hopelessly wandering off the path, her mother gave to much up to line with gold. As I’ve been walking down this treasure road, I saw my mother going astray from her own road.

Her road was not paved in gold, more like harsh gravel. But a path nonetheless, and I seen my mother, I seen her unconsciously wandering from that path! As destroyed as the path was, I didn’t want her to not walk a path at all. Now I’m realizing, that maybe I have to take wonder women, and let her walk along the golden road with me. Hand in hand, skin touching skin so that maybe the gifts she gave me will linger on her still, so that the birth of a leech doesn’t mean she loses everything.

We were discussing wonder women. How she doesn’t have trophies, or and recognition of anything spectacular. Or anything to show for what she gave up, what she sacrificed, what she lost and might not find again.

Except me, her child.

And I’m here, to give wonder women her medal of honor, her prize she lived without for so long.  Wonder women is humble, so of course she will take this gift lightly. But its one of the only gifts I can give back, because she had already given away to much.

This is salute to you wonder women. You saved the day, everyday since this would her child still be stumbling her way down the road she paved for her, or hopelessly wandering off the path, her mother gave to much up to line with gold. As I’ve been walking down this treasure road, I saw my mother going astray from her own road.

Her road was not paved in gold, more like harsh gravel. But a path nonetheless, and I seen my mother, I seen her unconsciously wandering from that path! As destroyed as the path was, I didn’t want her to not walk a path at all. Now I’m realizing, that maybe I have to take wonder women, and let her walk along the golden road with me. Hand in hand, skin touching skin so that maybe the gifts she gave me will linger on her still, so that the birth of a leech doesn’t mean she loses everything.

We were discussing wonder women. How she doesn’t have trophies, or and recognition of anything spectacular. Or anything to show for what she gave up, what she sacrificed, what she lost and might not find again.

Except me, her child.

And I’m here, to give wonder women her medal of honor, her prize she lived without for so long.  Wonder women is humble, so of course she will take this gift lightly. But its one of the only gifts I can give back, because she had already given away to much.

This is salute to you wonder women. You saved the day, everyday since this child was born.

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