Never lost, never found, always looking.
Old soul, youthful body, now aging.
Mystic mind, restrained by physical boundaries.
Curiosity a source of eternal light.
Born of unity, driven by diversity.
Lone soul, motherhood: never left lonely.
Lost: reborn by push of infancy.
Four pushes and I am new.
Four pushes and I am “mom”.
Find route, sudden fork, choose path.
She of Letters 