mother-love
January 9, 2012
know her; for your Universe
is held up by her
dreamed in her details
her body a place that
feeds you; home that gets
taken with you,
never un
separated –
a thousand deaths can’t
erase the shock of mother-love
that life is, a broom of
wily hair that, sometimes,
only a mother
would brush.
serve her, your Universe and
your Earth: from where
else does your
oxygen spring?
© 2012 Tahminah Zaman
