THE MOTHER

“Mother”

A word is spoken
and I become

A paradox
of giving and receiving
nurturing and waiting
holding tight and letting go

An eternal vessel
waiting to be filled
with unimaginable
unfanathable
love

A word is spoken
ancient
much used
but, this time it is
mine
and will become
my name
my future
my heartbeat
my life

A word is spoken
and the pathway of my life
is forever colored
by this prisim
All experiences now refracted
through its light

Life stretches out before me
washed with rainbows
and I begin
my
journey
into love

©Edwina Peterson Cross