The Bow

Each morning,
getting ready for the day ahead,
my mother's loving hands would tend to my sister and my hair,
usually adorning it with a bow,
a ritual that became a cherished routine for me.
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Whether it was a day of play or a special occasion,
the bow remained a constant,
like a symbol of our bond and the care woven into our mornings.
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Now, years later, 

as I glance at old photographs of my mother 

wearing a bow in her hair, 

skillfully crafted by my grandmother, 

I realize the depth of love that flowed through those simple, everyday moments. 

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It's the essence of those moments that laid the groundwork for the day ahead, 

imbuing it with warmth and connection.

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To me, the bow transcends its physical form; 

it becomes a tribute to the resilient women who have shaped my life. 

I know from stories how they faced adversity with unwavering strength, 

refusing to be silenced or sidelined. 
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Instead, they stood tall, 

each step is a testament to their resilience and determination to be heard and seen.
By action, they chose to take their place

by sharing their love and compassion.

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In honor of all the women before me,
the ones that walk beside me, the ones that come after me.

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To you, I say: 

We rise together. 

Allow your light to shine bright, 

just as those remarkable women before us did.
They have led the way.
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It is time,
take your seat.