My mum raised my brother and me by herself, but with the grace and wisdom and guidance of these six Auntie who each gave me a little piece of herself:
Karen - to be excellent.
Deirdre - to be a maverick.
Auntie Rosemary - to be an intellectually global citizen. Auntie Jeri - to be the CEO dressed in ChanelGrammie - to be one who asks, what’s it like for the other guy? Auntie Kerry (one not pictured) - to be one who makes someone feel so special.
Auntie Jeri and I share this ee cummings poem, which I’ve always felt reflects how she knows my soul, but speaks to how these women have their fingerprints all over my spirit forever:
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
by ee cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)