Saturday, February 7, 2015

A Mother's Blessing

Oh! This 
blossoming woman,
all a-belly

rounded cradle brimming
with fruit and flowers,
vase filled to the throat
with nectar,

she sways like cattails
top-heavy
in the late winter wind.

Her
basket of joy
bulges at the skin,

bearing the outline 
of next year’s coos and cries.

And we of the womb rejoice, 
long for, remember

the motions of babes
riding the waves of the great

goddess ocean.

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