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Born Into Gratefulness
Into gratefulness I was born,
though my awareness was darkened
for years that count into many.
Natural needs and innate desires
for a maternal presence
soon broke and fell away.
A loving nature turned inward.
I was a brooding adolescent,
mournful of a normalcy not known.
As mind and body emerged,
they sat on the edge of control
permitting a maudlin heart to lead.
With no particular plan of attack
womanhood and I ran, side by side,
up a hillside strewn with errors.
There was no need to be met,
other than to fill my sorry wants.
Never mindful of total circumstance.
On the day of altering epiphany,
life's zenith and nadir arrived together
with the birth of my firstborn.
Down into a deep well I looked.
The muddied waters cleared.
He revealed her rightness toward me.
Broken and fallen pieces
were reconstructed with a glue
stronger than any previous bond.
During that days that have followed -
far too many to be numbered this moment -
two women embrace their connection.
Our relationship has been healed
by allowing doors to close upon the past
while we unite in the present.
Into gratefulness was I born.
Beyond this world and its lures
have I the gift of my mother.
Mothers Day 2001
*For my mother - friend, poet, woman of the Lord.
Not necessarily in that order. A person beyond the
mere reckoning of words. '...just because we don't
understand doesn't mean that the explanation doesn't
exist.' (Quote from A WRINKLE IN TIME as said by
Meg's mother, Mrs. Murry, a character in the book.)
-gsv
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