A River Runs

This is a poem for my mom. She is a river that runs, and she is the river that gave life to Evermore. The amount of love poured into it, countless hours and late nights spent designing the space, I won’t even know the extent because she’s too humble to say. I do know she gave her all because she believed in the vision of creating a space for the community to rest, connect, and feel at peace. I hope Evermore will be a place she can come to to rest for many years to come. Seriously, she worked so hard that I often feared she wouldn’t live to see the day our doors said “open.” Thank you mommy for believing in Evermore, and community. Thank you for letting us drink from your well of hard work and passion.

A turtle walks,

An elephant marches,

A river runs.

Her love is like a river,

that pours itself out,

freely giving,

always flowing,

trusting amidst the unknowing

of what awaited ahead.