Mama River

15 May 2017

This river is not my mother.


My mother is the red knot in my eye

My mother is this necklace of beads and bone

My mother is lichen, moss and undergrowth

My mother is salt, tide and undertow

My mother is an unstitched tear, an echo chamber

My mother is the place where my son is not

My mother is the absence of my father

She is named in the image of God.

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