On Writing

Poem 129 – in every woman, a mother

in every woman, a mother

a woman loves
immaculate
her womb holds life
conceived in the glories
of generations past
in unity with her own
extraordinary magic

beyond the wounds
from yesterday’s villains
a woman leaps – flailing gracefully
into the open mouth
of labour’s bulging face

she chooses birth
on the sun-lifted dawn
of each fresh day
belly hard with
hope or human or both

a woman is a mother who loves
immaculate in her infinite conceptions
gushing tenderness like stardust


Happy Mother’s Day!

To all the mothers loving their babies made of skin, fur, pages, plants, music, art! Take this day to do what you love with those you love – near or far!


The breakfast meal for a hard-working mother! Thank you, husband!

Today I will be reading and working, enjoying the flow of those around me taking great care of me!

2 thoughts on “Poem 129 – in every woman, a mother

  1. Love this so much! 💐
    Yes, we are ALL Mother’s indeed! 💖💖💖
    Many Blessings 🙏♾️🙏
    In Joy your day 🌹🌹🌹

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