THE ONE CALLED “MOTHER!”

The genesis of calm:
+++++Mom?

Wisdom shared
+++++when you are sad
+++++or scared,
dished with love. . .

the child, unimpaired,
could come for help
without a qualm. . .

knowing she’d be received
with open arms
that shelter her,
her every hair,
from when’s she’s born,
from harm.

A face
to comfort any place,
a lap to rest,

a place to feed,
so long she need
be nourished, unimpeded,
even if the whole town
were stampeded. . .

sweet smile and words
to cheer her on. . .

no need to wait
or be ashamed
or strain to concentrate,
a woman that could simply be
known as home,
and family. . .

perhaps that way
in time that they
deem immemorial,
perhaps back at its dawn. . .

but anyway,
mother is
the true entree
into the world,
how to connect
to every being
human,
+++++feathered,
++++++++++furred,
+++++++++++++++gilled,
++++++++++++++++++++insect,
+++++++++++++++++++++++++or planty, leafy green. . .

The one called ma
envelops all our start
+++++of feeling,
++++++++++breathing,
++++++++++++++++hearing,
+++++++++++++++++++++seeing,
learning each thing that we do,

living with her
first as one,
+++++then, slowly, two,
+++++++++++expanding to be one of many,
++++++++++++++++then, being with the many, one, again,
and learning how that’s done. . .

With any luck, ways down the road,
some memories will light
the growing of a little love,
some firm support,
a lot of building, yieldiing strength
and flickering shadows
of bright smiles,
and glowing tales of fun.

All from baby makes two,
but, too, with Mommy one.