I Collect Mothers
A poem by Miranda Diaz

I Collect Mothers

And reach my arms out, empty
To be filled by each one
They offer original absolution
Names for the feelings I keep
Below my heart
Pills and petals to cure
Sickness inherited
Strong hands to steady
The first few faltered steps
A squint into the future
Wiser and softened
One tells me I am beautiful in profile
And I turn my head in every mirror
With the memory

About the Author:

Miranda Diaz is a Latine poet born and raised in Florida. She currently lives and works as a women’s health scientist in North Carolina, having previously been a stagehand, librarian, and pizza delivery girl, among other things.

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