Wise Nurturer by Tanisha Nuttall

Sometimes I forget all the nights I’ve carried myself to bed & tucked myself in
When all I craved was

I forget the times I had a bath instead
Made a cup of tea
Took my vitamins
Played my favorite song & danced alone in my living room

Even more so, I forget the next morning
Pulling myself up and starting over again

I honor the care giver in me,
The one who nurtures,
Who knows without words the soothing balm to every situation

We have come so far together

I trust her
& I choose her

Over and over again.

— from Juniper Volume 6, Issue 1