We look to the mothers of mothers
to hold the weight of the memory
that death and birth are locked together
in the merciless gears that grind out life.
This child not yet
is not an equation to be calculated
but the alchemy of spirit and courage,
the tenacity of life that endures all struggle.
This small fleshy seed must first survive
the war zone of a mother’s body,
Find nourishment in the midst of commotion.
The girl so suddenly named mother must survive
the assault of this stranger entering through her
seemingly from another world.
Until finally, recognition.
You see yourself cradled against your breast,
alive with the gift of contradiction.
3-1-2022
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