Prayer of a Barren Mother

You close your eyes
and fall silent
head bowed
weary
older now

I breathe you in and
trace the scars
like Braille
reading the poem of you
like a prayer

Patterns playing along your flesh
reveal the history of your pain

You breathe and
for the moment

for just

this

moment

you allow me to bear you
releasing your strength
beneath my fingertips
your head sinking into my chest
as my hands flow over you
in meditation

I press my lips to your crown
and in this moment

this

one

precious

moment

I know you to be my son.

Laura Young, 2006

Comments

[Tom]

nice

[Jerome Quatman]

My friend being a barren mother is such a beautiful poem and speaks clearly to me of love and life thanks for sharing.