Newborn star, celestial might, daughter
Formed to be a bride, uncontrolled, denied
Her life, ran from kingdom’s heavy water,
Afraid she didn’t matter. Without pride

Of mindful thoughts, daughter hid from mother’s
Sight, and, she cried, wounding her self inside.
She cried from fears she’d disappear, smothered
Goals of concepting wholes where souls don’t hide,

Where suppression dies, and faith-of-self lies
In the breasts of all. She wanted, in Time,
To be mated by kind, to help devise
Realities of understanding. Rhyme

Replaced her weeping sighs, words reeled, abyssed,
Showing her – her own motherhood exists…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/8/05