Ferocity is born out of motherhood. Tears, mine laced with gold, etched through with steel, drip with strength. I steady, I am ready to fight. My enemy has no face, nor name, I know him only as fear.
Ferocious is my desire to protect, to govern, to lead my children. My only weapon is a deep belief in a Power that is stronger than any evil, any fear out there. My mom told me God has no grandchildren. I stay teachable.
I will guard my children's innocence and wonder with a ferociousness that rivals eons of honed instinct present in even the bravest being.
It is different for mothers, I believe that. Spoken like a true mama bear.
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