Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

To Mom and all her kind

By: robert santellana acosta

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.