MOTHER, SOME THINGS JUST MAKE SENSE
She surrendered to nature alone,
unsure and powerless.
with a silhouette
swollen belly, swollen breasts,
her body now a home.
She had to face nature alone, without a weapon,
naked and shivering, humbled,
life itself so mysterious, gray.
She took a deep breath and stood out in the rain
rejoiced in the storm, and waited for sun.
Where is the warmth in the cloudy, uncertain place,
where we must comfort raw womanhood?
Where questions aren’t tangibly answered,
where science is banned and knowing is blurred,
and all you can do is pray for grace.
A woman, gentle and strong,
she builds the shelter.
The safety of maternal arms,
a home noble, honest, simple, warm.
When I listen I can feel the sweet song
floating me back….
I can hear our sweet easy joyful song:
You’re so soft…..
You’ll always be my home.
You are so soft, so brave….
And I’m proud to be a woman,
No matter my age.