Lonely Hearts Chapel

My Mom Has Gifted Me:

My mom has gifted me:
this lovely life to live,
a heart that sees,
a brain that breathes
the blood she was
so kind to give.

Without Her saving blood,
I couldn’t speak,
I couldn’t love.
Before Her braving flesh,
my soul was little
more than nothingness:

a star no life could see,
but still she felt my plea,
“in your image, labor me,
delivered in your purity.”

Then from darkness I was torn,
to Her sacrificial kindness born.
Now I walk with Her upright,
share Her love and speak Her light.
* * *
So, thank your mother every day,
for freeing you from silence.
She gave you everything
you need to love,
and to forget that
does her violence.

I hope you don’t consider my capitalization blasphemous; it’s part of the scriptural imagery I employed in this poem to demonstrate the fact that childbirth–not just once, but for the creation of ALL human beings–has always been and will always be a miracle, not a punishment.

Love always,

your Mister