Love-lodestone

My love for you, my Mothers, was the stuff

of deep breaths and deep days and moving enough.

Halting words like grits on the tongue and palate;

and loose ends of your anchal mopping me up.

Nothing changes because of any distance,

the coordinates of planets or heavens;

love doesn’t depend on where I’m loving from,

your absence or presence make no difference.

The only thing that makes a difference is time.

It deepens, tightens, shifts all paradigms,

changes the points of contact open to access,

morphs the mundane; but also the sublime.

I watch children repeat the cycle, process

this loving glazed with rough ordinariness.

And it still runs deep, this seam, this love-lodestone

it changes its own course without growing less.

A very happy Mother's Day to you if you are a mother, or a child! 

And remember the A-Z top commenter's awards?  Well, I finally sorted that out, and the award goes to Hilary Melton-Butcher and Susan Brody.  Please get in touch with me at nilabose306b(AT)gmail(DOT)com with a mailing address where I can send my token of appreciation  Many thanks.