You can’t break this heart
I’m older than time Even though I occasionally forget I can tap back into Her womb And lose my little self to the bigger one Both mother and daughter I sit here amazed Who is it that watches me? Who witnesses my thoughts, Who acts? Who feels the emotions And who allows them to wash over clean? I love the smile that inches across my face As I dissolve in meditation Realizing my story is one of many Wrapping back through a deep, deep Herstory But how do we go forward? I am perched on the moment Eager and tingling What of me will be carried forward? Through my daughter, my daughter’s daughter, my son? How would their father carry on if I were not here? Even he once said he would make the small details special because that is what I do. Something settled inside me, Maybe this is my imprint on time