THE AMBIVALENT MOTHER

And they became

who they were;

manifestations of the Creator,

tiny vessels of His presence

cultivated inside me,

within me,

conceived in my womb;

the fruits of me

nourished by

the fruit of me

before life

beyond my being

would become

their own

 

And they were

who they had become;

myself…my selves

fractions of me,

addends of we,

divided into wholes

mirroring

multiples

of yester’s day,

today, and

tomorrow;

reflecting

who I was,

who I am,

and who

I have yet

to be

 

And they became

who they

had become;

life as

it was meant

as it is

as it will be

And though the

flesh of my flesh

abides in me

no more,

the subsistence

of my existence

exists only

with every breath

they take

 

And now they are

who they will always be:

the greatest loves

of my life,

the greatest adversaries

of my sanity

my constant prayers,

my constant worries,

the parts of myself I hate

to let down,

the parts of myself

which elevate me highest

They are my life

and my love for them

will be the death of me,

but, without them

I could not live

 

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I thanks you for this masterpiece love it thanks for entering my competition

[fadingtale]

I really love this: "mirroring

multiples

of yester’s day,

today, and

tomorrow;

reflecting

who I was,

who I am,

and who

I have yet

to be" So beautifully written! Thank you for submitting the all about love contest!

[Teeya]

I'm happy you enjoyed this. Thanks so much:)

[Nolo Segundo]

This is magnificent! I wanted to offer congratulations but this poem knocks my socks off! It shows a remarkable, even mystical grasp of that reality which lies behind and beneath and within and without what people call 'reality' or life. The way you think is more than interesting-- it is intriguing-- and you can make words prowl through this poem like tigers moving through a jungle. I envy that!!!

[Teeya]

Wow! Thank you for such a beautiful comment. I telly appreciate your words:)

[Teeya]

It's supposed to read I truly appreciate your words. Sometimes predictive text is the worst!