(Wendy Cabell, February 10, 2025, feast day of (above) Our Lady of the Doves, Our Lady of Kurešcek, the Areovindus (Fire-appearing) Icon of the Mother of God, Saint Paul shipwrecked, Saint Scholastica (soul ascended as dove), Princess Anna of Novgorod, Saint Caedmon, Saint Merwinna, Blessed Eusebia Palomino Yenes. Image from here.)
Mother’s Nature
Years, footsteps up the mountain — my song dims.
Pansy’s song still wakes the Sun, Stars tuck the Moon.
Man’s Best Friend, muscles in motion, keeps beside me.
Clockwork instinctive. Steady.
Brims, brushes Sky with praise.
Me, I have to remind myself to pray come eve.
To down the pen, walk over to my Joseph.
To let hands touch, heart humm.
I know it wants to.
I know the owls begin their watch,
the jasmine blooms.
“Put your hoe down” Joseph tells me,
“work is done”. Or even if it isn't,
night’s music has begun...
*Inspired by Mom's relationship advice: "Now here's what I want you two to do when you start to fuss. Just take a minute. Hold each other's hands. Look into each other's eyes. And say I love you.". And from prompt: Write about a struggle trying to connect with the non-human. From Tresha Heaffner’s Write Games (the Poetry Salon), February 10, 2025.
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