Meditations on My Mother

dark Madonna with soulful eyes and kind hands, / kind hands, giver of life––a woman of light, / soft and magnetic

Meditations on My Mother

 
Supper simmers
as the sun sets over the railroad tracks,
food incense drifts through the house
bouncing off the walls and gettin’ all up on my head.
All is well
as sweat glistens on momma’s brow.
Quietly––
Lester leaps in body and soul from the radio
courtesy of Daddy-o.
She works over the fire
moving with rhythms and streams
in the universe,
she loves a man and I understand
why she is my mother––fine and mellow,
dark Madonna with soulful eyes and kind hands,
kind hands, giver of life––a woman of light,
soft and magnetic like the moon through the darkness
To show the way––shape made, awake!
 

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