Maid stands behind her elders

Bristling in their shade

Impatient with her lessons

How to be a proper maid. 

As Mother overflows with life

Enjoying  her blessed full bloom

Maid wonders when it’s proper

To wish life to quicken in womb.

“Go slow child, ” whispers Mother

“Your time is precious and strong

Don’t rush into those doors

Stay right and don’t turn wrong”

Yes, Maid knows her lessons

Will prepare her to be Mother

But what must she do

To prepare to be the Other.

Crone must stand tall

As life weighs her to bend

Maid and Mother must learn

Crone is not the end. 


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