Poem for the day

[ailbhe]

I wrote this ages ago for lnc:

There is a dance, a slow and careful dance,
That starts with love and trust and some romance
And ends with spinning wildly round the room
I dance with her, who dwelt within my womb

There is a song, a high and piercing song
That starts with love and trust and holding strong
And ends with singing gladly in the light
I sing with her, who woke me in the night

There is a prayer, a short and fervent prayer
That starts with love and trust and gasps of air
And ends with thanks and staring at each other
I pray with her, who made of me a mother.

Also, today I phoned my mother to wish her a happy Mother's Day - a greeting she returned, as we do for our birthday - and I told her in detail why I think she did a good job of mothering me and how.

Comments

[gloriap.livejournal.com]

That's a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.