A mother to the world at large

The greatest soul in all the world

is the mother

she doesn’t have to be a female, she

can be a kind of matriarch

profoundly holding motherhood

and any earthling really on her knee

clearly childless he or she can mother

an animal can hold in high esteem

and offer  love that only a true mother

is worthy of or so it now would seem

the womb of understanding

is demanding

the resurrection comes and so they say

to have and hold a baby, any baby

is as magical as when rainbows

fade away

to have a living earthling in your body

to feel it  moving in your inner soul

to nurture and to really love another

to know that you were born

with that control

to harbour a sweet entity

or to lay beside another

to feel their warmth

to taste their breath

knowing you are their mother

the sanctity is  everywhere

a resurgence in a way 

clitoral creations

an excitement on the day

perhaps a sweet encounter

providing certain joy

perhaps a slice of laughter

which might also annoy

a mother to the world at large

its something she might say

 an integral part of gaia

part of the eternal play