A Mother’s Day poem for a grown daughter graduating college
There was a time
measured in the skipped beats
of a sonogram machine
when you were mine
completely to hold;
you ate my food,
shared my blood,
before the cord was cut
and like a yellow balloon
spiralling slowly, quickened
at times by turbulent air
rising, you flew.
There never will come a time,
when the beats run ragged and out
of time, when they no longer tattoo:
I love you.
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About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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