The woman in front of me had been reading

Lamentations for hundreds of years.

Today I am thinking about Wanda Cooper-Jones. About Gloria Darden. About Sybrina Fulton. About Geneva Reed-Veal. About Gwen Carr. About Lesley McSpadden. About Samaria Rice.

About the mothers who have lost their children, but who have never stopped mothering.

About the mothers who didn’t make it, and about the ones who did. About what the richest of them

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