My Mother, My Lover, My Child
Joanne S. Richmond
Discuss parenting and birthing and children and mothers think lovers think childlessness think alone. I think loving and children and some child within me .speaks naming silent connections: the earth is my mother my lover my child-- and I know her.
I know her as mother as lover as child as I explore her and dress her and discover her in all of her newness each moment hour, each day.
Created of earth; I am born of this woman I nurse
into life again feeding that wildness within her in me.
I am cleaning my mother my lover my child stripping her of some madness debris so casually offered in return for unseen beauty and care and I see-. and I love her.
I love her as all of myself as I am all of her as we work
with one another creating new words and silences and thoughts.
I feel her feeling me as we stretch out together relaxing delighting in our warmth, our softness accepting-- allowing me to see.
I watch her watching me evolve as she revolves as we grow old, in, out together around and I am content surrounded
by the beauty of my mother my lover my child.
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She loves me as all of herself as she is all of myself
as we touch hands to trees to mouth to leaves
consumed caressed continuing on forever into all generations we go and we speak one to another to the one to the other my mother my lover my child
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