“How do we know, Mama,
what to do, how to feel?”
asked the little one,
her eyes wide, her heart fluttering
with the fear of missing something.
“How will I know
when it’s time to be sad,
and when it’s time to be glad?
Is there… a book?”
Mama smiled,
and opened her arms.
“No, my love.
You build your own.
It’s better not to borrow
someone else’s map.
Otherwise—
where’s the joy
in this game
we call life?”
Happy International Women’s Day
to all the women writing their own maps.
