Free Verse
Celebrating Mother's
Day May 9, 2010
Mother
green swollen veins
in the enlarged breast
of the nursing
mother,
like granite laced
with feldspar, quartz,
iron, gold
the colors of
the mountain rock
feed this infant
thought.
Mother's
Harvest
Crowning from the birth
canal
A bald head, raw and wet as a seedling
Curling upwards through moist soil
Towards the sun and the cold slap
Of an April wind, this child
You have worked so hard to produce
Shall arrive in this world with one final push,
Joy flowing from agony, life stemming from death
Of life centered on the self and its needs.
You have become a caretaker, a gardener,
A raker of sand and leaves, a puller of weeds.
Watch this wild thing grow until
It spreads its branches far and wide
And leaves you alone in your garden
Working your fingers in the soil, longing for more.
