Mother-line
May. 8th, 2005 01:58 amThis is a poem I wrote in celebration of Mother's day. It is for my mother who was just diagnosed with uterine cancer. She's doing great, but the shock hit us all pretty hard. I do name names, so try to refrain from stalking too much.
Happy Mother's day to all of the moms on my flist, and to all the daughters who wouldn't exist with out a little maternal gestation.
*hugs*
Mother-line
Mother, daughter, woman, lover
Words like pulses in our veins
Veins once linked. Inside. Safe.
Woman and girl. Teaching. History.
Susan. Kathryn. Helen. Eve.
I stand the youngest of the mother-line.
I raise my head and voice
To honor those who came before.
Proud in my blood.
Proud in my soul.
This is my history.
Bound in love and blood to John. To Paul.
Bound in history - in fate with my mother-line.
With every woman whose face is in my face.
Whose teachings have become my teachings.
I am bound to every breast
And every touch that comforted their daughters.
My mother taught me of my mother-line,
Without so many words.
Each gesture she made, each lesson she taught
Came from our mothers.
Through struggles and anguish we prevailed,
My mother and I.
We drift together.
Youngest of a great and wonderful history.
She gifted me with strength. Weakness. Desire. Temperance.
She showed me how to use them each in turn.
She blessed me with knowledge. And the ability to teach.
My mother is a Wonder.
Most beautiful today of our mother-line
For she is the culmination of all that came before.
The youngest mother.
I feel her beauty for she has gifted it to me.
Her beauty in her love.
Mother-love in our mother-line.
~Susan
Happy Mother's day to all of the moms on my flist, and to all the daughters who wouldn't exist with out a little maternal gestation.
*hugs*
Mother-line
Mother, daughter, woman, lover
Words like pulses in our veins
Veins once linked. Inside. Safe.
Woman and girl. Teaching. History.
Susan. Kathryn. Helen. Eve.
I stand the youngest of the mother-line.
I raise my head and voice
To honor those who came before.
Proud in my blood.
Proud in my soul.
This is my history.
Bound in love and blood to John. To Paul.
Bound in history - in fate with my mother-line.
With every woman whose face is in my face.
Whose teachings have become my teachings.
I am bound to every breast
And every touch that comforted their daughters.
My mother taught me of my mother-line,
Without so many words.
Each gesture she made, each lesson she taught
Came from our mothers.
Through struggles and anguish we prevailed,
My mother and I.
We drift together.
Youngest of a great and wonderful history.
She gifted me with strength. Weakness. Desire. Temperance.
She showed me how to use them each in turn.
She blessed me with knowledge. And the ability to teach.
My mother is a Wonder.
Most beautiful today of our mother-line
For she is the culmination of all that came before.
The youngest mother.
I feel her beauty for she has gifted it to me.
Her beauty in her love.
Mother-love in our mother-line.
~Susan
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Date: 2005-05-08 08:30 am (UTC)~C
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Date: 2005-05-08 05:02 pm (UTC)Best wishes for her recovery.
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-05-08 05:20 pm (UTC)Thank you for your well wishes.
*hugs back*
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Date: 2005-05-08 11:26 pm (UTC)*resists the urge to call you Helen*
Just as long as you don't go off kissing Nicholas Cage, it'll all be good. blech
*muchmuchMUCH love*
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Date: 2005-05-09 02:32 am (UTC)You're still the culmination of your mother-line. And it's a damn fine one! The women in your family kinda rock hardcore. And the world needs eternal daughter/virgin/maiden women. *watches you grab your arrows and go hunting with your puppies*
And BAH! Not that Helen! I scoff on you! You talked about me, kissing, and Nicholas Cage in the same sentance. Grr.
Love love love