I wrote this poem for my phenomenal mother.
ON MOTHER’S DAY
If my mother was a heart
she’d be curvy and full
and soft ‘round the edges
She would be oozing love
(sometimes a little too much)
and she’d smell of earth & roses
She’d be the deep red of knowing:
passion, love, loss, pain,
the interconnectedness of all things
She’d have cuts and scars and nicks
(perhaps that’s why she oozes so)
And she’d have healed, time & time again
She’d beat in time to the Universe
ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum,
Steady and loud and unafraid.
© 2017. Angelle Conant. All Rights Reserved.