
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~ Anton Chekhov
April is National Poetry Month, so it seemed fitting…
When God made a woman He portioned Adam's rib But when He made a mother He formed her from shattered stone And thread In the forge of the womb He wove together shards of sand; Splinters bound by flame He braided fiber and filament Into glass wool Designed her to absorb both the Silence of ice and anguish of fire Designed her to be tenacious yet pliable Capable of wounding with a thousand slivers, but Ordained to shield. When God made a woman He portioned Adam's rib But when He made a mother He formed her from melody And song He composed in her a counterpoint Rising and falling Pushing and pulling in both Harmony And dissonance In the infinite pool of the heart He wrung out tears of Pain and joy, And stitched them to her cheeks Like diamonds
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