Wiconi Life
I am like my mother in her kindred spirit
I know all of my relatives
We reside far and near
Always hunting, forever gathering
I have rivers like her too
They flow to and fro like the
Waves crash her sea
I am kind and loving like my mother
I am always providing
Creating life, supporting life
Alchemy within my womb
I am tender like her too
Sweet in uncountable ways
A replenishing force
But I also anger like my mother
I can spit out anguish like her volcanos
Do rivers of fire
I fret when displeased
And can raze one with little force
Like my mother I am a hurricane too
If I am hurt I may send storms
And rumble away
I am my mother in so many ways
My body belongs to my mother
My flesh is her skin
My hair is her hair
And as my mother bore me
She will bore me again
Like she breathed life into me
I will breathed my last breath into her too
I will return to my mother
And she will return in me too
Copyright © Izzy B Hearty Brave Heart | Year Posted 2017
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