I was a white flower bud.
I was a peach, slick with dew,
I was a semi-truck
barreling down the orchard at 83 mph,
leaves rip-flying in my wake.
Before
I was a fleecy lamb
clean and new,
brushed and primped,
led to a union that was tinged with unclean hands
Filth-smeared,
generations deep.
Then I was a ship,
afloat on kind seas
basking in salt-freshness,
alone in the sun
but without counsel;
quiet and still.
I solidified into a structure
of golden granite;
strong, smooth, and bright
built upon bedrock and tested by weather,
able to shelter and provide sustenance
to blue flower buds,
Mother
Conception
onset in a push of passion
nurtured by womb
cords of arteries, veins
before heart involvement.
Birth
onset by scarlet pain
forgotten in blissful union,
embrace, melting in tears and kisses
no place is love more tangible.
Growing years
formative minds crave attention
curious hearts probe for acceptance.
She MUST attend, accept, adore,
just as she willingly gave breast to feed.
MUST give selflessly of heart, guts, time.
Deformities result if she fails.
Deformities of personality, backbone, competence.
Mother is as God to a child.
Adulthood
onset in mat