mother...

 

I just realized,
that you are the pear
that I keep painting,
full and round
and large you loom
in my consciousness
brilliant skinned and
bursting with sweetness;
and I
am the succulent,
yellow tinted flesh
carrying
the smooth seeds of love
within my wombed core,
that suspended
calyx to stem,
joyfully floats
dreaming
just beneath
the surface of you…

Lucy Meskill