She is the first
pink smile, bright force, propagator of all
has but one egg, he a thousand sperm
and for that they place her
on a pedestal
to knock her down again and again.
She weeps. She bleeds. Endures
a maze of obligations in simple
Obscurity. Her work is the hardest, her task Divine
sandwiched between the pure Maiden
and waning Crone.
Not all are mothers, but all have a mother.
On this day, honor yours.