mothersong

She is clothed with strength and dignity…She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.  She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed…  Prov. 31:25, 26, 28 (NIV)
 
I
behold
the pendulum
on which swing
the complexities
of our souls
champion
of in-vitro days
God lending us
His image
in the secret chambers
of her sanctum
 
II
post-speculum
dangled she us
helpless hopeful blooms
tethered
to umbilicus
suspended animation
nurturing us
in freedom
to be uncompromisingly
exceptional
fruit of the vine
 
III
postpartum
we drank her bosom
to the gentle hum
of night and day
as seasons
in the sun
set to the rhythm
of her wisdom
philosophised
escape itineraries
from the complexities
of our souls
 
IV
post-maximum
benevolence
drips from her
golden hands
kingdom asylum
whose post-umbilicus
generations
overcome
by whelming
venom
seek random
sanctum
from the pendulum
on which swing
the complexities
of our souls
 
V
postmortem
anthems
inhabit our secret hearts
lest she should go before us
and milk from us
the chorus
that motherhood deserves  
for one who lives
and serves
as the pendulum
on which swing
the complexities
of our souls
     
© Copyright 2019 May 12
 
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