Give me a spaciousness for my motherhood
I come from a hard place
Trees stand in all weather and still
Spread their seeds
Years of drought and years of plenty
Spread their seeds
The strength it takes in the hard years
Are the years of drought
I grow my rings wider
A spaciousness for my motherhood.
Motherhood is a thing watched by many
With a wary eye
How aught she...what aught she...
Nevermind she has wings, she has boughs
And they will bow to her quiet ways.
The silent years, she is stretching, and they do not know
With loud voices they mock her drought
But she stretches, lifting upward, outward
A spaciousness for her motherhood
The rains come and they say 'look at her beauty'
But they had no eyes to see her beauty in the drought
When her boughs received little, and she stretched
In a spaciousness for her motherhood.
Amelia Peterson 5/24
