Here’s a short piece inspired by — written as a poetic tribute or character sketch. Mama de Fiona
She taught Fiona to peel an onion without crying, to sing lullabies that echo through stone towers, to wait — not for a prince, but for the one who stays when the glamour fades. mama de fiona
She doesn’t tower like a ogre’s castle, nor wears a crown of swamp flowers. Her hands are soft from bandaging knees, from braiding hair that smells like rain and mud. Here’s a short piece inspired by — written