Motherhood begins with the birth of a child, or so I thought… This year, as my daughter turned 18, I was struck with the idea that Motherhood is an on-going continuum - one that spanned generations and reaches back to the beginning of time and forward into eternity. Our children grow, and leave home, and some will eventually join us in the journey of motherhood: a journey that we are all a part of. This poem speaks of that journey - or at least a small part of it. Rejoice Old Mothers! Rejoice Old Mothers! Rejoice and wear white. Delight in your sagging breasts, once round and full, now flat against your long chest. Your babies round and full instead. Rejoice Old Mothers! Rejoice and wear green. Take pride in the ache setting in, and the wrinkles forming on your hands. Hands that have tended gardens and buttoned coats. Hands that have held the future and rocked her...
Women's Spiritual Poetry