THE INNOCENT MOTHER

A Mother. Once, forever and for all. 

She is innocent, honest, helpful, kind. 

Naïve perhaps and meant to give. 

Her siblings she cherished, she watched them grow tall, and cared for their every call. 

Obediently willing and out of obligation she married, 

all while the fear of disapproval churned in her belly. 

She moved forward, stale, steady, and at an impasse 

Watching as the birds and cars passed by slowly.

Finally, she took strength. Solace she stood her ground. She chose and she left. Aware of the call, of the whisper, that streamed forth in her heart. 

To Canada she strode, with her babes at her hip, and her hands by her side. 

Making a life from nothing but something,

her will to live, her will to give, and her will to love. 

Alone but not alone, solitary yet surrounded, she gave. 

Working day in and and day out, she gave. 

To her children, humbly sacrificing her life she gave,

her soul, her life, her love. She gave. 

Late nights, early days, willful mind, tired haze. 

Though she never forgot to come in late for a tuck and an I love you so, 

Kissing their fore heads gently, 

She strode to her bed, and waited on to another light of another day.

The whisper beckoned, once again, from her third eye, from her heart. 

And on a whim she drove the babes; now toddlers, 

long and far, into the mountains, and through the wild. 

Into the light, to Yasodhara, she drove.

A new wisdom she had had, a new wisdom she had uncovered and learned 

Looking inward she explored, and asked.

outward she then shared.

Healing through touch, healing through speech, healing to teach 

A yogi, a wanderer, a mountain she became

For a home she had found, and a home she now gave. 

Her babes now teens, grew tall, with fire and flight,

And her hands extended forth, into roots, which became leaves, 

Whose leaves then stemmed babes of their own. 

Now a mother, a grandmother, a woman, to a girl

Her babes left home, and her life grew still. 

Until once, once in the clearing, a view of a mould, a view of adventure 

Finally took hold. 

From a mother to a grandmother to a woman to a girl 

She loved deeply with her heart now, rather than her soul. 

Perhaps her journey led her there, 

or perhaps she chose this path unknown 

Or maybe the story chose her

Though, it is for certain, the love she gave, will be the love she receives twice fold.

For that, we are certain.