A little homage to the goose who started it all. The soul who grew me into a mother. I was her skin, her food, her very heartbeat for a while until the world breathed its breath into her and started her slow ascension away from me. And now every hop, wiggle and jump she takes towards independence my hearts stands still as its missing a part of its rythm. But oh what poetry she is to watch. And what a blessing. To all the momsters who live and breathe for their children and are consumed by the unimaginable love we feel for them, this one is for you. Go squeeze your goslings tight.