God, our mother,
When you formed me, incubated me
Was I apart of your being
did you speak in my voice
as I sometimes speak in yours?
Eating a meal you’d spit up the next day
Did you think, “I can’t wait to share this fruit, this sweet Kiwi with my daughter.”
Between the running flutters and slow pulsating beats there are moments in where our hearts sound at the same time.
I run in your blood and
your blood runs in me.
When your rhythm quicked, rain pouring down your back,
Did you say, “I can’t wait to share this with her.”