Sunday, April 18, 2021

Poem 3 of 30 by Christine Tracy


Erin Ann

Waking today

At the exact time

I gave birth to my first

40 years ago.

Coincidence?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Looking back

Somehow a circle has been completed.

And wholeness is released.

The birth of a new season.

Propelled by the love and pride

I have gleaned from being in the presence

Of a wisdom that came through me

But is not me.

She now teaches me.

A daughter

Full of life and love

Now in the midst of her own circle making.



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