We are Reminded
we are but Carriers
that our children come Through us
not From us
Born of our Bodies
so hard to Fathom
their Well being
not entirely our Responsibility
No matter the Rational
championing personality, Independent Perspective
Free Will-
Deep down
in the very Fiber of our Flesh
We will Not let go
of what originated in our Bowel
Cannot but Feel bound
to their Existence
No matter the reasoning:
“They are their Own”
from the Cavernous depths
a Primeval utterance intones:
“They Are Mine”
Ancient Mesopotamian Seated Goddess
Love this one Keren. I feel it myself and will find it hard to let go. Sometimes they are my only connection to the world…..
This one really touched my heart as a mother. I really enjoyed reading it! I like the statue too!
You are such a wonderful mom Lisa! Thank you!
I wish there was a collection of your poems to hold in my hands and peruse before sleep.
You will be the first to receive it, when it happens…. 😉
Boy, do I know the feeling! Very well put, Kiki.
This speaks to me deeply and reassures that, in letting go while holding on, I am not alone. Just beautiful.