Mother's Daughter
Mother’s Daughter
As they delivered you into the world upside-down, they wiped you clean
With steady hands that did not shake with the thunder of the firmament
Laying you upon my chest, each gazing into the other’s grey-blue irises full of
Wonderment, I believe we knew each other since the universe came to be with a bang
Of equal intensity
Your cries, ever moving me clumsily from my place in our house, singing of hunger and distress
Send me on a mission to quell your discomfort
On a sleepless night, in the cold of autumn, I take you out wrapped in arms of woolen blankets
Knitted by an old woman’s gnarled hands whose name I have forgotten
I present you to the dulled light of the ancient stars of the universe understanding you will never belong to just me
You take your place amongst time and space and the pulse of the elements with
A howl not unlike that of the wild wolves of the mountains
And observe as you set yourself free to join your brethren of the shared galaxy.
Copyright © Gail Beckstein | Year Posted 2025
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