I am someone’s mother.
Surprised, I find myself here
With overwhelming power
To create your world
I have never felt so weak
Peaceful or anxious
Safe or scary
Rules or rewards
Smiles or sighs
How will I color your world?
I decide what will you see, taste, touch, smell today
Today is humongous in your short precious life
And today will I hurry or complain
And if I don’t-
Can I really hide the unsettledness that may pass through my heart?
You live so close, you will surely feel it
My distracted thoughts, my racing pulse or
My hands not as tender as I hope
Nursing from my breast, only inches from my heart
I cannot hide
I grew you strong and steady
Unafraid, I pushed you out
Where now I tremble
Craving the womb that protected you from my mistakes.
As mother I am again a child
Someone mother me!
Make me enough, forgive my wrongs
Teach me
Please.
More intimate than a lover, I am yours
Your stage-the lights, the sound, the set- that you live on
Yet you will never realize the me that is your walls
Until someday
You become someone’s mother
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