The Spring we all went IN

Like a Big Mama,huge breasts hanging down,round belly from having birthedyet so many children;like a Wise Grandmother,sparkly lively eyes buried behindlong forgotten wrinkles,strong hands that have woventhe tapestry of time,tired shoulders from having carriedthe worries of humanity on herself;like a Timid Maiden,energetic body ready to spring forward,but stil fearful to fully stepinto her own powerdueContinue reading “The Spring we all went IN”