All my Mothers

Ripping flesh, Primal scream

Pain from the deepest recesses.

A love so vivid and Complete

You nurse and imbibe

Your heart overflowing and yet so utterly incomplete.

You are the earth, and with the waters, you love this babe to growth.

In a dark, aching sky,

A flash and a fire, the “gods” descend.

A cot ripped, a heart pierced.

A blood curdling scream.

Your heart shot.

Shrapnel?

A pain so immense, a loss beyond comprehension.

Bathed, swaddled, kissed and held.

Placed in a tiny grave.

The size of two loaves of bread. If there was bread.

That’s all that is needed.

The only space. That babe of your heart and waters took up.

Yet a hole. So vast. A void. Impenetrable and unfillable.

A black hole in the heart.

A heart of strength and resilience.

Broke, both complete and incomplete.

The heart of all my mothers.

27/12/2023

Photo credit: Javardh