The mother the wellspring of life
our bodies gifts of this light,
we are the vessel and we have the right.
effluvium of energy flowing out of rock crevices
stony with the strength of carrying mans woes.
Our bodies only an offering
a vessel filled with love & life
overflowing with the power to return the light
Though we may spill when we trip and falter
it returns to the spring as it is living water
Filtered through trauma and pain
it returns to the source and comes back again and again.
My Mother a source melding together
Life runs its course, cutting through barriers eroding
the old cancerous ways, there is no way
to hold her back as she always finds a way,
Moms rocky walls covered in green moss
eating away mistakes, concrete turns to clay,
Malleable we become willing to make a new day.