Motherless

My sweet child, you are not motherless

Weather never known or known then taken

You are nurtured in so many ways

By the moon in the dark of night

The earth that sustains and nourishes

Air takes you into her arms, swaddling, always present

Water that replenishes and flows through your very veins

The fire in your belly when something isn’t right

I know it may not feel the same

It’s not supposed to…

Return home to yourself, for that is where the mother awaits.