Mama bear
With eyes of steel
Forged in the dungeon
of self protection
Can no longer lean on the comfort of self mutilation
Or the escape
of sniffing powdered lines of elation
Given three angels to raise with a raw affection
She is the rain for them
May they evolve with sharpened blades of intuition
She is the sun for them
May they feel the light emerge from a darkened past
She arms her heart and home
She raises them alone
A protector from skin to bones
Never having been in love
Until the arrival of her first son
Everything changed
Every sacrifice made
Thickened into a mama bear
Her love that feeds and protects
Is the same love
You should fear
Souldier Girl 
Amen,,,
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YES👏👏👏 Bravo sister, extremely well said…I love your lyrical way of writing 💋
Xx Paris
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I love when you visit me Paris! Thank you so much, this is how your words make me feel—> ☺️
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Spoken like a true mom… Love, love
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…Says the most amazing mom I know. Love, love and miss miss you.
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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I really like this one!!!! Damn your good!
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Damn you make me feel so good!! Thank you beautiful Lisa xox
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Xoxo
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You ARE a mama bear. Forged out of love, pain and grit. Your babies are lucky little cubs
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You know I’ll growl and claw 🐯*hissssss* love you starshine 😘
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Love this!!
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Thank you lovely!
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strength
forged through
true love
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exactly how a mama bear is and should be
this is a tough subject for me but I love reading/knowing when a mama loves her cubs
just beautiful SG xxx
“Never having been in love
Until the arrival of her first son” My favorite line, this just felt so good but sad too.
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That means so much Ax, to hear from you. Thanks for reading through a tough subject- you’re so worthy of the same love Ax💛
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