Hello and Welcome.
In honor of Mother’s Day, I wanted to share two poetic experiences of motherhood for me.
Max and Beautiful Alien (kate). I am so lucky to understand the world of mother through Birthing and Grafting to my family tree… These beings filling my mothering world with joy, challenge, and satisfaction.
Secretly, I want to hold you here
Keep you right here with me
Never let you go.
I want this moment to be held in time.
This perfect moment,
When my dreams come true in a kaleidoscope of joy.
my whole life Before I knew you,
Before I knew myself really;
I have been waiting this whole time to hear you call me MOM
And now this moment has happened.
This joy, so profound, I don’t want to let go.
I don’t want the next moment to come.
I want time —————– Suspended.
Perfection transforms into the mundane.
creates a new world;
opens a reality that changes everything;
Creates it’s own time-suspension through transformation.
Joy like an inner smile, constantly warming me, knows only the new world.
What we created transformed us both;
Birthed us each anew
to this perfect brave new world.
(kate mary sophia)
This being in my belly grows
She consumes my energy
Transforming each molecule into her growth
I am struck by her sheer, survivalistic nature
just taking what she needs to grow.
As for me I graciously give, in a protective, one-minded sort of way,
Through a deep feeling of care and maternalistic nature
Dissociating myself from my own needs in order to first meet hers.
Thank god for the chemicals in my brain that endear her to me
Without that, my body might dispose of her, interpret her a parasite…
Like a caterpillar engorging himself with each green life he touches
Building energy to transform
So does she devour whatever energy available, taking from my reserve if necessary
This process of development is deeply ingrained in my being
Stored in the center of each cell
Awakened by the first want of her
Never to be extinguished.
Creates me as the chrysalis,
transforming not just one being but two.
I now understand the plight of the caterpillar driven forward
Toward his destiny of metamorphosis.
I too feel the hardening of the walls
The change looming
Until I am someone
Not previously here…
Forever changed into Mother
Never to be the other again.
What fun to mark mother’s day with remembrance of the power of caring, and the inter-transformational effect of mother and child….write a poem for yourself to mark the beauty of your relationship either with your mother or your child; this exercise can shift your perspective positively. In love and light, Namaste, bg