Dear Ma

by Romina Ramos

You once wrote that I am like a chair
not comfortable but strong and supportive.

If I am so it is because you taught me
to make my own seat instead of waiting

for an invite, it is because you are
the table our family eats at every night.

Your oak limbs have dished out more
difficult decisions than traditional cusine

and your back has prepared us for wars
we were never going to win, and yet

we stand, unabashed, mother and daughter
table and chair, feeding, holding, there.

By Romina Writes

She/Her Made In Portugal Based in Manchester, UK Bilingual BA Creative Writing @ UoB Poet/Fiction Writer/Freelance Editor Sub-editor for The Bolton Review issues 7 & 8. 'Half Moon' selected for The New Writing Showcase 2019. ‘Trouble’ and ‘If I Knew Then What I Know Now’ selected for The New Writing Showcase 2020.

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