Getting your Mamas to come to terms with each other’s influence in my life has also been a part of this review of memories lane.
All of it was freckled like my skin with two woman’s skins laid upon me. Two queen! Mother truckers. Pay attention.
As I stand no longer labeled as this or that, but both. As I break it all down to whoever. How they’ve been loving each other through me? So silly a notion? No.
I’m still Linda’s daughter. Loving my Other Mother. I’m just no longer adopted. I am adapted.
One woman, with two Mamas. Blessed to wear both crowns, and robes of each woman’s nation. Unity began at home.