Mother

You. Mother.

You
Grown in the shadows
Birthed in the sadness
Rebirthed
Mother.

You
My world
surrounded – a new world.
Enveloped by a presence
I try stay,
Present
Mother.

You
Your growth breaks
through my shattering.
Constantly gilded with gold.
Fragility
It becomes me
Mother.

You
Vulnerable
Symbiotic? Benefiting from the term
Not the process.
Not vulnerable enough to qualify
Quantifying my purpose as less than
To raise and nurture a life
Mother.

You
Nourished through the breast
Leeching my energy.
Pushed by our leaders
A breast only narrative
-for protection
Where’s our protection?
Mother.

You
Not vulnerable
cradling vulnerability.
Not a nurse
unrelenting nursing.
Not a carer
constantly caring.
You. Just. A.
Mother.