To Mom and all her kind
The feminine spirit embraces,
Kissing nose to nose.
Whispering sweet voices,
Lifting me into the light.
The gentle world guides,
Approving and reproving,
Causing love; fear.
Affection; reaction.
Maternal hands touch...
Crying at heartbreaks,
Smiling with experience,
Seeing us grow.
The goddess marries me,
Bearing a child;
Swinging in a circle,
Lifting them into the light.
