she’s a legend…
she’s a legend
sitting on that throne
it’s cushions warn and warm
the stories she’s read in that chair
the stories she’s told
she’s an image of energy
boundless and shooting off
still as the stirring air….
i am her and she is me
mother,lover,provider, Woman!
she’s got dreams of past transgressions
inside she’s still the girl she remembers
always the woman she hoped to be..
can she see this?
it’s there in the nimble fingers
creating symbols of comfort and acceptance
i’ve got plans of greatness
and a mind filled with voids
she’s silence and knowledge
she’s living, she has lived
she’s what i hope to be come
she’s the swaying body of the ocean
her fingers of earth and feet of pebbles
she is rocking with a womb full of crickets
she is a following, an atonement, a sacred verse
she is a freedom
mother.
(This is for you momma , and my mother. For you Lissa and Peggy and for all of the mothers. My words don’t do you justice. don’t do us justice. know that you’re loved and appreciated and held in high regard for what you do everyday with out hesitation or regret. ((hugs and sweet dreams. love you all)) )
