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.

Max

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.

Waiting

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.

The miracle

creates a new world;

opens a reality that changes everything;

Creates it’s own time-suspension through transformation.

what was

no longer

is

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.

beth gineris

Beautiful Alien 

(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

driven,

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.

Her conception

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.

beth gineris

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