nine months in your womb,
waiting to emerge,
lulled to sleep by
the music of your heartbeat,
I slept and awoke
with you,
I cried and laughed with you,
an eternal lullaby,
the music of your heartbeat,
and then it was time,
natures design,
I was born,
into this world,
cradled in your arms
nourished by your breast,
nurtured by your love
my very personna,
fashioned by your genes,
enhanced by your pride in me,
I grew,
I languished in the warmth of your love
I learnt to be a woman of letters
always encouraged by your guiding hand
your gentle reprimand,
when my steps faltered
and I corrected myself,
today I am a woman,
confidant, proud,
aware of my strength,
revelling in the glory,
of my uniqueness
Only I can give birth,
only I can bring fruitition,
to the process of creation,
a new life,
a new destiny,
a new soul,
but alas,
who is the one who dishonours me?
shames me, blames me?
abuses me, and uses me?
only men.....
to who I give birth.....
men who I mother,
men who I care for,
who I am a companion to,
who I m a friend to,
who I am a wife to,
for who I live,
and die,
for who I earn,
perhaps it will change
perhaps it will be better,
a new hope,
a new dawn,
of a better earth,
a better life
for a woman,
the mother
the sister,
the wife
the soulmate
and it will be
as it was meant to be
living in perfect unity
in a natural harmony
a beautiful symhony,
of two people
each complementing the other
we must never forget
always respect
the woman,
the giver,
the nurturer,
the earthmother.
Arti Chopra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-the-earthmother/
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