What We Keep

I suppose what I believe is that we owe our mothers & daughters the truth

The way I laid my hand across my baby's back & ran my fingers through their hair

The way my soul remembers her laying her hands on me

I hear her inflections in my voice

I see her knees emerging from my bath water

All my life, through every new experience whether wondrous or horrific, there she would be

My Mother's voice, my Grandmother's voice, Mother Earth's voice?

My woman's intuition...

As I grow, transform & renew the voices become clearer and I am now wise enough to listen

I hope my daughters can always hear me with them, in them

As my Mother and Grandmother are in me