THE MOTHER

Photo by S. Auberle
sculpture artist unknown

ON MOTHER'S DAY

women are remembering
the days of bountiful breasts
swollen and tender with need
they are remembering
moonlit nights and scent
of lilacs and baby powder
and how they waited for the music
of infants' new cries, and the way
sweet milk came down then,
flowing, flowering
in the blossoms
of their children's mouths,
they remember the first time,
and every time,
how they fell in love

- mimi