My Other Mother

You may be My Other Mother

As you see

I see you in your many ways

Mother is an Archetype

An energy

Something we can sense

It shares many names

Mother is like a color

A frequency with a name

There is one true color

but there are also many shades

You may be My Other Mother

As I sense this nurturing energy along my way

I am reminded today to pan my life

For the women and brave men with this caring energy
Who have helped me along the way

You are easy to see

From the One who bore the most difficult task to-

Protective Aunts

Grandmothers who shower their love

In-laws who welcomed me in with ever warm embraces

Families abroad who treated me as their own

Sisterly friends with deeply caring hearts

Teachers who seemed to teach with a mission and a sense of responsibility

and those who have supported me with their consistent Love through thick and thin

And one of the sweetest acts to witness

To see someone sharing their motherly energy with another

In the purest sense - I give thanks!

While it would be great fun to deliver a happy bunch of flowers to each of you

The greatest gift I can give you is not what comes from the ground

Instead, I pluck a bit of the overgrowth from the swelling sentiment of gratitude I have budding from my heart - and share this with you . . . My Other Mother

With Love and Gratitude,

Tara