A poem for Mother’s Day in appreciation of the female nurturing energy–which is likely the main reason our species still exists!
8 May 2016
Maria,
dearest Lady of the Heavens Most High,
my Grace, my Muse, my Love, combined.
Most beautiful mate of my Soul.
My heart longs so, for one delicate caress
of your divine hand, smooth,
glowing as a white rose,
softly placed upon my forehead,
as a new mother caresses her babe.
Your smile,
radiant angel walking on Earth’s greenery,
There can be no other,
neither beauty nor wit,
neither wealth nor wile,
not even the female arts
of times long past,
can divert my sight and heart
from my Maria Dearest.
I must no longer tarry on this rocky path.