I Mother
I sit with you in the dance of life
I hold you close to my heart,
Mothers...
All of you, sisters with large hearts
For none of us is childless
None of us is fruitless
Cat mamas
Gardeners--
Hope Givers
Writers and Dancers
Our branches hold her--
The Great Mother birthed us to mother
Not to give birth
But to mother
The Self
The self of others
The roots, the canopy--
Those ancient sites that know stories
Of becoming
Being
Belonging
Mothering...
Nurturing
Walking the labyrinth
Arriving at center with arms full of dreams
For a new world
Mothers never putting her babies underground
We mother...
Words
Poems
Visions of peace
Within and without
Walking the face of the Earth as who we are
Mothers mothering our mothers
Sisters sistering each other
Holding hearts
Making Souls with the essence of presence
We see each other
We mother each other
Mothering the bones of our ancient mothers
We heal, we become, we belong
We free the souls of generations to come...
They will never know the cost of unmothering
We paid the price
Doing the soul work
Forgiving, storing love in the story of life
For our children to deep their hearts in
And never know how it feels to be unmothered.
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Poem by Corina Andronache
Archaeology for the Woman's Soul
