MOM Means Mother Of Mine

MOM means Mother Of Mine

And that is just fine

By me.

When my time
Within her belly

Came to an end
Death wrapped his

Blubbery white thighs

So very tight
That try as I might

I could not

Get out
Death laughed

At my mother’s pain,

At her fright, and fear

That she and me

Would die,
While men

Took their sweet time

Considering what could

Or should be done.

In the eleventh hour
The knife sliced through

My mom’s belly

Cutting her and me,

Setting me free

To breath and cry

I am alive!
I am alive!

My mom and me
Share a scar

That marked me
Belonging to her.

I Am Grateful For My Body

I am grateful for my body,

Just the way it is,

And is not.

We, my body and me,

Have conquered Seven

Experience filled decades

That have been gifted

With the sweet and gentle

Touches of Tenderness

From parents, siblings,

Lovers and our children.

My body brought me pain

Each time it broke, or tore

From a crash, a fall, and

The terror and guilt of war,

I am grateful for my body

That held the tiny hands

Of our baby boy,

And then held his hands again

As he lay dying.

I am grateful that my body can cry

And wail

And tell my sad story.

I am grateful that my body

Can still climb mountains,

Swim and ride a bike a 100 miles,

And hold the tiny hands of my grandson.

I am grateful for my body

That can sit quietly listening

Filled with pride

As our daughters and son

Play music.

I am grateful for my body's ability

T0 hear the heartbeat of my mate

As we continue

Loving and living

In our seventh decade.