The Quickening

The Quickening

Drip drop ~ In a drop of water, there is my daughter
In a ray of the sun, there is my son
My son is the sun
My daughter is the water

Birthed from the earth of my blood, my love, my fire, my desire
Small seeds in the warmth of my womb
Take root … I feel the quickening … I am alive
belly full of promise … a miracle … a small fish swimming through
the sea of becoming
Blue eyes like your father
long brown limbs like your mother
I hold you in the space of this unknown … this yet to be

My son is the sun
My daughter is the water

Born of flesh, liquid love flows through my breast into your rosebud mouth
my blossom … my flower … such love …
Reaching down through the fibers of my being, through my heart
to the core of the earth
… how you’ve grown … like tall sunflowers in midsummer …
I gaze into your faces … bathed in the light of youth … becoming full
Full of self … full of defiance … full of beauty …
full of you … and me … and the generations yet to be …
full of becoming
I gaze at you in wonder …
I want to cut you at this point of sweetness and closeness and put you in
a vase where we can enjoy this ‘now’ forever …
But I know a cut flower soon dies …
I allow the tear to come and water the bittersweet tug that is a
mother’s heart so full

My son is the sun
My daughter is the water

I embrace you with the joy and wonder that is a mother’s love
and say ‘turn your face to the sun … feel your roots …
know you are loved beyond words …
be drenched in the bliss that flows in your veins …
our eternal exchange …
love and gratitude

I am blessed to be the keeper of your seeds …the witness to the
blossoming of your tender becoming …
the one you call ‘mother’ …
this gift compares to no other

I feel a warm, wet tear slide down my face …
into the earth of my blood
the belly of my being
… into the NOW of FOREVER …
My son is the sun
My daughter is the water

Copyright September 2003 Pam Gerrand