Motherhood
Mar 23, 2021
My dreams came to me and said simply
“If you do not weave us,
you’ll have nothing to cushion the pain
when your Pillow Bones are gone.”
Ends of jewel silk trail around their egg bodies
They are starting to murmur among themselves
If they’d made a mistake making
My belly, their hearth
My body, their home
‘…sometimes she is too hot and then too cold…’
‘…sometimes she is too full or loudly empty…’
I am right there, but they are snooty
They are bold, they are fearless
Fussing that they’ll never form
I see Time
She leaves me a box full of ghosts with a silk bow.