Little mama, talking to the spirits.
The solace of women all around, modeled in the kitchen, on the shows
Alone? So often alone at home? Repetitive jobs to do, babies to hold
Pick up the phone
Cradle it to your tender face, ask to be held
To be known
(After Alexis Pauline Gumbs, who writes beautiful reflective poems connecting to elements, ancestors, childhood, and more than human family on her website and on instagram.)