March
He met his wife for the first time today,

Though they had been together for years.

She was no longer her father’s daughter,

The way they had remembered her.

She bent low, lacing up her sneakers,

Hair pulled back, out of her way.

Out of her way indeed.

Something shifted in her gonna take it,

Until it was fully positioned in her ain’t takin’ it no more.

For all these differences, she felt more herself than she had ever before.

One foot in front of the other in a sea of sisters.

Filling up the cracks of her broken teacup heart,

Until it was full to overflowing.

She was ready.

This is now.