trailing-arbutus womon
has shown me mosses
daisies
crocus
carnations
aries womon
from whose womb i come
our sacred connection
cord through which we nourish each other
now not seen, but known
mother and daughter/magic blood
we know the secrets
our eyes speak
the love i have for you is
beyond words
1 comment:
Thanks, jenny! I did give it to her; i hand wrote it and added some Matisse-like cutouts to it, then framed the poem before presenting it to her. She did indeed feel all fuzzy & warm! I posted the poem in memory of her, this month contains both her birthday(the 30th),and the 12th anniversary of her death. It's always a very emotional month for me.
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