Mother

"She was a maker of bounty biggest"

Is what mom showed me

Of women...

From smile her chisel of self

Carved love

From a word of love

Showed she me the making

Of families and lineages...

Of images of love

Beauty and goddesses,

Of womanliness of feminity

She showed me the garden

Of eternal flowers...

She grew me up to respect and admire

The very existence of women folk...

Today on my own

I see the burnt carcasses.

What knowledge tears apart my mind

Chunks my heart

And squeezes my breath

Is learning this burnt matter

But is the tender tender body of tenderness...

What will it take of journey back

To the painting my mother once carved

For me

For just me;

A painting many a mothers

Failed miserably at manifesting their skills...