Our Light & Our God & Our Intrepid She-Bear

Don’t call me a victim

And I ain’t no doormat, neither

I heaved, you hoe’d

I raked, you sewed

I trembled, you quaked

And together we both forsake’d

Our past

Our aches

Our varied mistakes

The dress that I wore

The rings by which we swore

The beds that we made

The tremors that begin to fade

But our three little eggs

Named for light and god and intrepid she-bears

They are fearsome and mighty

Steadfast and pure

They will tarry and blunder

Pivot and sunder

As sure as the sun follows the moon

As sure as the butterfly breaks the cocoon

And though their mistakes may ache like our own

Though their peaks will certainly swell and their tides assuredly ebb

Their hearts and souls have knitted the family web

Ring to no ring

Marital bed to single soldier

Their load is forever ours to lovingly shoulder

I lift them up high, you carry them down low

You say to them, Yes, my dear

I whisper, Not yet, I fear

And together we continue to rear

Our Light and our God and our Intrepid She-Bear