Design Revealed
Heart leaping faster
than my limbs
I answered each cry,
rocking tiny ones
till lashes closed
into worlds past me.
I nodded at mantras chanted
by women my mother’s age
enjoy them while they’re young
this time goes too fast
though so weary
my skeleton ached for rest.
Motherhood’s origami
folded and creased me
in unfathomable patterns,
as together we composed songs
for the Milky Way
on late night walks,
blessed insects we set free
from window-bound prisons,
danced through days
far from time’s imagination.
Mantras come true.
Those little ones now
lean over me,
pausing gently
before hurrying
toward worlds beyond.
Last night
I dreamed of fallen fruit
ripe unto bursting.
I offered this bounty to children
but in house after house
they had been fed.
Waking,
I see design revealed.
I feel the beauty
of greater unfolding.
Laura Grace Weldon, from Tending
So much good is happening in the lives of my beloved children, each one out of my lap and into the world. This poem is for them.
This poem is very beautiful, Laura. I especially love the part about “lashes closed into worlds past me.” I remember that so well, thinking, “Where is she now?” I am so happy for your children. Best to you.
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Thank you Susan.
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I love this poem. I feel like I recognise what’s in it.
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So wonderful ❤
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Thank you to both Sarahs.
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