Bea’s Garden

A field of lines of flowers. Fuschia, green, yellow, red, white, and purple flowers below a bright blue sky with white clouds in front of tall evergreen trees.

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A garden of maternal love

The true unconditional kind

No questions about your intentions

Just love overflowing genuinely 

Your love so sweet like honey

It sticks with me forever eternally…

It’s been 15 years

Half of my lifetime

Since you left and it still hurts like the moment I found out 

You left me maternally loveless….

In a place where unconditional maternal love is what you need to make it through.

Though gone

Your love, your spirit I know is with me everyday…

I gave my daughter your abbreviated name of endearment….Bea

Placed right in the middle of her name where you reside in my heart

The center…

Galvanized by the way you lived and yet never forgot me.

But in fact loves radically!

You are the nucleus to my being as a woman and more importantly as a mother.

And as I carry life for the 3rd time I feel that strong whisper to continue to break the chains of maternal dysfunction. 

To exude unconditional love to every baby I have the honor of bringing into this world. 

And I both conceive and carry with great intention because I do not take lightly what has been bestowed unto me. 

Your love planted a seed that may have skipped generations but took roots inside of me.

Mother Bea your sweet garden of love will live on forever, because of the way you loved me. 

I will love you Nana, eternally. 

Leah Iman Aniefuna

New mommy, wife of 10 years, and activist scholar for the liberation of Black girls and women. I write about my life as a Black woman with chronic illnesses, juggling self-care, family, and my aspirations!

https://leahiman.com
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