In the miracle of existence,

Something sweet.

No matter what the picture 

Of ‘family’ may be that you hold,

Deep in your mind’s memory,

A perfect situation exists 

In Nature, that allows

For life to come into being.

You, Me, We... are the miracle,

The miracle of existence.

If at any time I’m drawn to you,

It is due to a reverence

Of the mothering spirit 

That quickened you

And made you draw first breath,

The mothering sustenance

That nourishes your life

Until you close your eyes in death,

The existential mothering I see

Burning in your eyes

With fire,

With wild ideas that may, or may not,

Even be fully yet aware

Of what a miracle it is

That you and I are here

In the everyday natural miracle,

The miracle of existence.

-jenn