We don’t know much about you–
mother of my inheritance–
not much at all;
less than Rachel, Leah, Rivka,
yet I am glad that
I am your daughter
if I do not give in to fear
if I have faith…

this is odd – you who obeyed your master…
You forced him to take Hagar
You forced him to cast Hagar out,
You laughed…

What is there about you
that Genesis does not retell…
Perhaps your silence:
You followed
You failed
You kept on going
and laughed at your laughter
when you birthed a laugh.

Sarah –
my mother,
Perhaps because I am
only asked to be like you.
To follow,
To fail,
To get up and keep going
and in the face of laughter–
to laugh.