You are not “just” anything. Not just a woman. Or just a friend. A wife. A partner. Or just a mother You are a universe. Made up of waves that brought life. Stars that hold dreams. Landscapes of home. Rocks that will crumble, but will always remain. The winds gentle sway, and strongest roar. You are someones “all” And “all” is not lost. You are a mother But never “just”