She is the mother.

She is the child.

She is the sister

Raising her wild baby brothers.

She loves them with a fierce love

That even their mother could never show,

And yet her love is deep enough

To let them go and be wild men

That they were born to be.

And their blessing?

Their curse?

Two edges of her double-sword:

To find women to love them

As much and as wildly as she does,

For there may be no more like her.

-jenn