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:
Nice.
Thank you, Sarah and Gillian!
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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