A solid mass shoulders the world,
Broad and endearing,
A wide expanse of open arms, yet a blanket of comfort
That enfolds the toughest of mongrels under her charm.
Her children, stacked from shortest to tallest,
Pillars of glistening treasures,
Claw the sky and push away her skirts,
In their eagerness to stand on their own.
Remember your roots she pleads,
Releasing them an inch at a time,
Drawing them back for one last hug,
Before they’ve gone into the world and muddied their path.