A Mother’s Day poem for all the ways we are mothers, parents, souls who Take Care of the World…
To all the parents, Caregivers, of Humans, Animals, Plants, Sourdough, Abodes, Art, Dreams, and Souls. You Plan, Feed, Listen, Provide, Mend, Create, and Love. May you find The Child. You, Newborn. Born wild Born perfect Born worthy May you see The Child. You, Infant. Born whole Born free Born love May you know The Child You, Infinite. Born Radiant Born Knowing Born Most- Deserving Of your Planning, Feeding, Listening, Providing, Mending, Creating, and Loving. Most Deserving of your Time. May today, and every day, you see the human imperative, the soul’s urgency, your heart’s feverish whispers, to swaddle, remember, and love the Joyful Brilliance who was, is, and always will be, You.
