SIX MOTHERS SIX SONS

A POEM for Ground Hog Day…. February 2, 2023

Well

then

let me add to the list of things

I dare not watch

On ground hog day

I like and laugh thinking about

THE Nature

Squirrels

Ground hogs

GIANT rats with fluffy tails

Red and gray and black on fluffy white snow

How we watch…

What we see

Put it together

With a bit of comedic relief

bill murray slams the alarm clock again

We

Have been in this place before

Before

Seen and unseen

Witnessed

Never The Less

I hear A mother’s Cry

How tuned we are to our baby-boy cry

It indeed is our own

What does it take to not listen

turn away

not be able to reach in time

scoop up in time

for the rescue

Saved

Delivered

Set free

Our Mother -Baby Coupled

I hear today

Ground HOG DAY

Wrenching Cries of Mothers

I need not

will not

watch the video

no need

to hear having already heard

mothers wail and moan

labor not in vain

having given their only begotten son

Hail Mary

Full of GRACE

Fruit of the womb

She heard them call her name

Home going

Home coming

one in the same

Nothing whatsoever

separates us

curiously triumphant

connected cords

umbilical still

blood and breath still work

no one gets there

to that place

except by way of the womb

I brought you here

I will take you out

I hear and heard you call me

By name

I trust and believe you knew

I was there

Forgive me

I did my best

I won’t let them forget my baby’s name

It is my shame

My Delight

My Offering