Mother, You Asked Me

You asked me of the women

in my life;

Those of meanings

in my thoughts,

Those I celebrate and

hold as close.

You, actually Mother

are and have been

That love of women I hold

most kind and close.

It is you Mother, who

are and have been

The ever morphing presence

of caring love,

Smiling in and upon me.

You see Mother, I am knowing of

it shining as your eyes;

Of souls that were destined

when I was born of you.