Mother’s Day Poem: With Child By Genevieve Taggard, 1894 – 1948

With Child

By Genevieve Taggard, 1894 – 1948

 

Now I am slow and placid, fond of sun,

Like a sleek beast, or a worn one:

No slim and languid girl – not glad

With the windy trip I once had,

But velvet-footed, musing of my own,

Torpid, mellow, stupid as a stone.

 

inner mom pexels-photo-1096141You cleft me with your beauty’s pulse, and now

Your pulse has taken body. Care not how

The old grace goes, how heavy I am grown,

Big with this loneliness, how you alone

Ponder our love. Touch my feet and feel

How earth tingles, teeming at my heel!

Earth’s urge, not mine, – my little death, not hers;

And the pure beauty yearns and stirs.

 

It does not heed our ecstasies, it turns

With secrets of its own, its own concerns,

Toward a windy world of its own, toward stark

And solitary places. In the dark

Defiant even now; it tugs and moans

To be untangled from these mother’s bones.

 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers, grandmothers and mother figures out there.

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