Gratitude to All Nurturance

/ moragnoffke 
Considering my routes
The roots of forget-me-not
Start at the very beginning
Mother, Creator, Great Witness,
Watched over me; my ways
And how I was formed.
Loved me into being
Every step of the way.

Grandmothers come before Mothers,
And great Grandmothers before,
Watching hands, waiting in patience
Heart glowing with pride.

It just takes one day
One crack, one smash
For forget-me-nots
To come splintering, clattering 
pummeled and pounded down
In pieces -
Obliterated.

And it takes one
Compassionate witness
To uncrumple the pieces
And help put them back together...
If not a mother
A kind friend
Will be the place maker 
For the Pace Maker.

I am grateful 
For every Place Maker 
In my life.
Forget me not flowers
Remind me of you, 
Thinking about you,
Never far from my mind, 
You teach me so many things 
And how to be kind, 
Walking in the breeze
 Reminds me to breathe,
 Just like when you first gave me life; 
Breathing with ease, 
I embrace it all. 
Now my vision expands,
Like a billion laughing peels, 
I will not forget 
how the dance of abundance feels. 
Freedom 
Forget 
me not.

Forget-me-nots were my mother and my grandmother’s favorite flower. This poem and little video montage I created of my simple images of forget-me-nots is first and foremost for them and others. I is my way of remembering those who have nurtured me on my journey.

Take care,

Morag.

13 thoughts on “Gratitude to All Nurturance”

  6. A beautiful poem honouring your mother and grandmother and those who have nurtured you on your journey. These pretty flowers which symolise true love and respect are my favourites too. (They are also part of the borage family.)

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