Calling to the Deep
The story that I began turned into a poem. In all truth, I began writing about how bittersweet Mother’s Day is for me. However, what began to emerge was this poem, a dedication and a memory to those who came before me. The women who shaped me, prayed me into the world, and laid the foundation on which I stand. This poem honors them and all the ways of knowing that they taught me.
I call to the deep.
Red dirt road and river wide.
A memory of home and longing.
The strong women gather.
Outstretched arms and hands that know how to heal are potent medicine for a soul that is ill and in need of care.
I call to the deep.
My mother answers.
My grandmother answers.
All the women answer.
It is well.
Just be still.
They pass the word.
Baby girl, it is within you.
Don’t fret.
We can’t stay long.
Remember we taught you to rest during the storm.
Turn off the lights
Unplug everything
Rest your bones
And just be still.
In the morning, you will know that we were here.
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