Jet van Groningen
THE BODY OF A MOTHER

(kunstwerk door : Tina Maria Elena)
THE BODY OF A MOTHER
In the pencilfeather lines around your eyes,
your laughing gets a deepening
In the roundening of your shoulders, the bolstering
of both your body and soul
In the thickness of your belly, a manifestation
of your daughters requiring outweighing
the one-dimensional hunger of ego
In the swelling of your leg
the growing vulnerability
enveloped by the ability
to take a stand
outrunning
society’s boundaries of beauty
In the thinning of your skin,
the disclosure of your deepest essence
the lessening of layers between you and the world
In the graying of your hair, the promise
of blankets upon blankets upon blankets
of wisdwom on the bed of your spirit
In the pit of the pit, the love and the softness
of the newborn baby that you once were yourself
and that you take with you on this journey of your life
In the heart of your heart, the pure and buoyant pleasure
of the inner child that will remain with you forever
In the depth of the depth,
the tempestuous and turbulent
storms of your teenage self that
will forever give you the fire
when streams overflow and
the earth needs drying
In your protruding bones,
your swelling flesh,
your beautiful lines,
I see all of you
the beauty and the boasting,
the untame and the tame,
the untouched and
the touching.
I wish you, mothers
a motherhood
and
a womanhood
where you can honor
every layer of you.
to cherish for yourself,
to share with your love
and to offer to your children