Profound words for the Grandmother in each of us…
Surrounded by my shields, am I:
Surrounded by my children, am I:
I am the void.
I am the womb of remembrance.
I am the flowering darkness.
I am the flower, first flesh.
. . . In this darkness, I am
Turning, turning toward a birth:
My own – a newborn grandmother
Am I, suckling light . . .
I am spiraling, I am spinning,
I am singing this Grandmother’s Song.
I am remembering forever, here we
~”Song of the Self: The Grandmother”, by Alma Luz Villanueva