Woman - Keeping

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I'm keeping you
My mother

My sister

My daughter

You

We are together

Not just for a reason

Or a time

But for life

Ours

Pendulum-ing sometimes

In and out of my life

And at each incoming

Is like you were never away

Back to our sameness

You remind me time and time again

That every woman has a story

Characters and instances changing

The struggle is the same

I bear witness to this

I watch you in struggle

Grow into the you I have already seen

And I am glad

I am a part

Of your becoming

I worry about you

When things are not right with you

And wonder if you worry about you too

Or me

Or not

I pray for you

I know you pray for me

Because I get answers

To prayers I have not prayed

Or yet to pray

I love you

No matter what

No matter when

No matter why who where how

Or if

Because of love I forgive

When you have not been kind

When you have not offered a hand

When you have spoken when you should not have

When you have kept your silence when you should not have

You forgive

For real and imagined wrongs

For untended slights

For deliberate hurts

For everything

I call you out

And tell you off

Because I must

For I am your keeper

Like no other

I love you woman.

I may have never told it to you before

Because of my own limitations

Self imposed

Or not

But I am saying it now

I love you

You and you and you

My friend

Woman

You woman

You keeper

So long as providence allows

And the God of you and I

Keeps us

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