I know I said I wasn’t doing poetry for a while,
but I started to write this in a comment and then realized it was.
So for Nanda, who is my inspiration today…
The pain of her womb
brought the first tear to my face.
Nestled against her breast,
I am fed.
Under her gentle supervision,
I am safe.
In the love that shines from her eyes,
I am free.
Her undiscerning touch,
will wipe the last tear from my face.
© 2011 Anne Schilde