In you I was shaped
Slowly, with my ease and your pain
The smile you had when you
Knew I was, was there in you,
Unknowingly though, I did make you smile,
The best thing I could do for you, even though for a while.
I was then out into this world
Your milk, the nectar I drank
Life I did gain,
Gift I got, a gift of no rank.
To this day, you have not lost
Even one drop of that perseverance,
Which began back in the day
You are your own touchstone, no one in your way.
Your womb, the temple where
The oblations of your blood and pain structured me,
You are in front of my eyes my Goddess
Why for another Goddess should I look, should I see?
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
In you I was shaped
Slowly, with my ease and your pain
The smile you had when you
Knew I was, was there in you,
Unknowingly though, I did make you smile,
The best thing I could do for you, even though for a while.
I was then out into this world
Your milk, the nectar I drank
Life I did gain,
Gift I got, a gift of no rank.
To this day, you have not lost
Even one drop of that perseverance,
Which began back in the day
You are your own touchstone, no one in your way.
Your womb, the temple where
The oblations of your blood and pain structured me,
You are in front of my eyes my Goddess
Why for another Goddess should I look, should I see?
A gift from me to my mother on her birthday 2 years ago.
Request permission to use this poem