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May 2013
I stand on the cliff to watch the sea.
I stand and raise my arms high
I sing to the surf and play in the wind
Feeling the power of Mother Earth flow through me.

Stars dance in the heavens
Waves dance in the sea
Clouds dance on the wind
And you are here with me.

The path I walked was lonely
Then love was offered freely
I took this gift and made a life
Blessed by the Mother
I became your wife.

I lived for others and traveled afar
Criss-crossing a land to bring joy and healing
I lived with my love and grew with child
Bearing within me a gift only I could give.

The child lived, but I did not.
The father grieved and the gift forgot.
The child grew and the Mother blessed her.
The blessings became gifts with the healing of her father.

-----"Tell Me of My Mother?"-----

Recounting the love shared between us
He told our child of our lives
Knowing the love the father held,
She felt the love her mother left her
And saw it in his eyes.
I was thinking of turning this poem into a short story.  It does lend itself to the imagination.... at least for me.
Sherrie Dotson
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Sherrie Dotson  Chickasha, Oklahoma
(Chickasha, Oklahoma)   
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