Wednesday, March 15, 2023

possession

I wonder what our mothers say 
to each other, the way their 
sentences leaf and flower

to split us into saints and kismets
knit us into the center
of every cosmos

look how devout their bright love 
which in the sum of certainty  
becomes who we are 

Pic: Red Cedar River, MSU

3 comments:

Gillian said...

Nice.

maya said...

Thank you, Sarah and Gillian!

StephLove said...

Being a mom gives you a whole new perspective on your own mother's love for you, at least it did for me, and it's persisted through all the stages of child-rearing.

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