Mother Tree

For

ever

Mother tree

you

cradled me.

In the billows of steamy transit

whilst time etched a nebulous

reality in ancient air.

And now

you are

holding me

still,

your

warm cool hands,

steadily

grounding me.

Like dirt and stars and love and god,

your grace becomes me.

28 thoughts on “Mother Tree”

  1. Trees, nature and motherhood are my favorite themes in poetry that it’s starting to be a challenge to find ways to express them in new ways. I like that line” whilst time etched a nebulous reality into ancient air.”

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  2. Perhaps my view is more literal, but this makes me glad I’m a mother and I hope my sons feel this way about how I love them. Thank you Oh Silver One!

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    1. it is yours, however you view it is perfect. The line that goes ‘warm, cool hands’ is a literal reference to the feeling i remember of my mothers hands on my forehead or face whenever I was sick or needed her. xx

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