(Wendy Cabell, feast day of Our Lady of the Miracle, and of Saint Eustochia of Calafato. Image from here.)
My Mother's Words
(on Our Lady of the Miracle's feast day)
that one forgets the pain quite immediately,
arms cradling life, shared breath. Aftermath and
ache bathed in slanting hue. Days following
seeking such pastel. Only the soft light you
can trust, now you know
where you are
from
*From prompt: Freewrite as inspired by etymology/concept of birth and related words (I was drawn to Old Welsh beryt "to flow"). From Lisa Freedman's BreatheReadWrite, January 20, 2022.
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