Mammi
The one whose arms felt like home before I knew what it meant.

Mammi, your lullaby still hums in my bones,
A melody stitched into my skin.
You were the fire that kept us warm,
The calm, the chaos, the everything in between.

You wore love in your cooking pots,
In mended clothes and daily thoughts.
Your prayers—soft whispers to the sky—
Still shield me when I wonder why.

I may grow old, and roam so far,
But my heart will always know where you are.
You are my beginning, my gentle grace,
My Mammi, my forever place.