winter baby
glutton
for warmth
grasps and sucks
mother's breast
yesterday was my birthday, and this G-poem came to me late in the night, right before I fell asleep. I think the greatest sacrifice mothers make is childbirth, and it is the greatest honor of humanity. Cold, biting death-filled winter only emphasizes the depth of this vital maternal spirit, that gives so much so we can go on.
4 days ago
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Happy Birthday!
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