“The Mother Line”
They are two sons,
and i am one mother.
and i
was never
enough.
the madonna’s face you saw
was a myth,
a wish,
a stubborn hope
that has carried me
through a legendary landscape,
my feet vaulting down
a volatile path of disappointment,
delight,
and sheer fatigue.
too close to the unbound edge
for comfort,
i quietly and tumultuously careen
between lost and found,
boundless and bound.
i am selfish and selfless, and
the maelstrom of motherhood has wrung me
and flung me high
and low…
and i have deep grief and joy
because of it.
motherhood is a magnet;
an untenable, organic force.
my face
is relentlessly held in place,
drawn to witness
the brilliant and dusky spectrum
of the entire
human
race.
it is an indelible history
of personal pinnacles
and brooding worry.
it is a song, echoing.
it is my umbilical to the world,
so abiding and fine,
and i carry it with me:
the mother line.
i see it stretching
miles ahead,
i feel it trailing
far behind.
*Robin is a fellow midwife training with me at Maternidad La Luz. I enjoy working with this wonderful woman 
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