By the hand
I am the product of love.
Molded by the hands of countless women.
Molded by the hands of countless women.
Raised by a village of mothers.
Loved, taught, scolded, embraced, and influenced by them.
Ones who stopped.
Who bothered to give their time and space.
Shaping me into who I am today.
Standing in as replacements.
Inviting me into their lives.
Building on what was begun by my mother.
Leaving their imprint on my life.
Inspiring me to be a mother to children other than my own.
HE does repay the years that were lost.
"I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten-" Joel 2:25
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