the womb that bore me: a poem for mothers

sassafrass molasses
living lotus
dreamer, maker, thought-shaker

thankful for your beating heart.
agradecida por tu inspiración.

forever proud of your strength,
the soles of your feet touching earth
teaching me humility, unity.

you showed me magic.
me diste vida, pachamama real.

you taught me to dance, to feel the energy between.
you move with me, mis huesos are yours.

manifestation at best, birthing bruja.
love spells in the kitchen, catnaps in the sun.

you sang and played and braided my hair,
tying knots in my heartstrings.

bound together, now and forever
thank you mamá:

por enseñarme a cuestionar la autoridad,
inspiring passion, teaching love.

gracias mama:
for sweetness and strength
for dismantling los ciclos de tiempo
for groove and grace.

my blood es tuya,
mi belleza fell from your lips.
witch womb is this.

half a world away, distance has no hold,
we're dancing in daydreams.

^{Above Photograph: mi mamá, 1995. pregnant with her soon-to-be coyote om}

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taking time today to send gratitude to those wombs which bore life,
and love to those who sought and could not.

what are you grateful for?

till next time,
be sweet, stay wild
@coyoteom

^{Animation by @zord189}