internal, shed
life unlived
cells between myself and I
pieces of me and of you, if you had been
Wander in wonder at pain unfolding
Is this creation?
Am I Mother?

Burning softly, little ember
life unlived
holding you inbetween me and myself
warm little creatures, life before life
Am I creating?
Am I killing by not creating?

Am I Mother, barren and overflowing
Am I Father, sowing and reaping
I am Earth internal eternal
Galaxy, spawn from where humanity will not

Nutrients imbedded imbue imperfection
I forgot you were here, little ones
Lives unlived
Little ember growing and flowing
I will endure for the sake of possibilities
Little me little you little us
Lives to make
People we create
I am Mother