Poetry, motherhood and beyond.
Beak aloft in preparation for ascension // Soon, I'll be soaring high above the vastness // Wait. // There they are // Masses of them // Eyes downcast, as if frightened // Gullible - trapped, perhaps - in their ways. // The vastness is to them unknown.
Thank you, universe, for feeding me, nourishing me, loving me and showing me the grace of yet another day. Remembering my gratitude, I shall spread nothing but kindness and bow to my determination to let my corner of the universe flourish. I start and end the day with kindness, courage, compassion.
On Mama's Mind 