Hello People,

It's been a long time and I have been struggling with unemployment and trying to assist my family, all the same and so things have been pretty chaotic here.  Anyway, out of my struggle this spring, I have had some thoughts about what Mother's Day is to many and most of us; even those who have got more to be grateful for than others. 

The poem actually works better on a real page.

For my mother

Mother’s Day,  May 13, 2012

SISTER, you and I fought today over our dogs in the park.   We spoke harshlyto each other and in the back of my head was my fear of you.  Would you beat me up or call the cops to shoot my dog and arrest me; taking your place in loving to do violence unto another who gets in the way?   My dog wasn’t in the wrong, but the point is really

what becomes language to women when we been accused, beaten, humiliated, raped by men in authority and who now, speak the language of fear and hate to each other tricked by the belief in violence.

SISTER, it is not far from us to want to link arms on this Women’s Day to call out to the voices of MOTHERS whose daughters and sons live on welfare WHOSE children are in and out of prison; who are themselves, in and out of prison;

WHOSE sons have raped women and keep them in abusive relationships     WHOSE daughters have remained in abusive relationships                                WHOSE children have sought cults and religions so alienating from their families;

WHOSE children have brought home paychecks and perfect marriages and perfect grandchildren – WHO live now  the lives of the perfect models they have  modeled  to  hide our fear in the comfort of seeming good and correct;

MOTHERS whose days blend into nights and back into days with infants and disabled children; who seek the strength of bonding with other women and parents whose lives are similarly stressed

MOTHERS whose kids struggle with same gender bonding and opinion that such bonding is pornographic; and possibly insane.                                                       WHOSE children have been insane ending up on the street, or in the psych ward

where mothers too, wander wander  wander, as Naomi, Ginsberg’s mother wandered, making sense out of the universe in her cave of indwelling; all the pain of the Nazis kept out.  The Nazi’s who awarded a cross to

MOTHERS dependent upon, their genetic strength,  racial purity, their sanity, their femininity,  and their economic status and the number of children they had.   The Nazis grade women on their marriage-ability for found in highschools, offices, worksites, websites, classified ads, and universities of the 21^st Century.

MOTHERS who don’t have enough to eat and who listen night after night while their children moan in hunger, MOTHERS who have watched their children starve to death from hunger,  Mothers who have had to leave their children behind in ditches in order to save her siblings from inhumane torture,  inhumane war & greed

WHO who have fended off men from stealing food from her children when all is anarchy.                                                                                                                                 WHO have  hidden from themselves the rapes of their daughters by their husbands                                                                                                                         WHOSE children have hidden in fear as their fathers rape their mothers.

WHO have only meant to fill the aching hole inside them with grace and love for their children.                                                                                                                                 WHO have torn away from the indecency of violence and run for their lives; run for the lives of their children.                                                                                                     WHOSE children can’t understand the flight and blame their mothers for their poverty and lack of  status

WHO have run away from the children they love because they feel their children are better off without them.                                                                                                        WHO have given up their children to adoption.                                                              WHO adopt the children of our sisters and brothers

Because women, bearing children or not, are mothers to all children.           BECAUSE we join with each other to honour what we know of the world;       BECAUSE we break gluten-free bread and rice crackers together at the table of our mutual understandings and will to do better than just survive;

BECAUSE we drink from the cup of BC organic ice-wine to taste the Christ of commune;                                                                                                                    BECAUSE of the co-operative nature of our species which lives essential and known in the hearts of all even the most hardened of hate;   and

seems at times smothered by the erotic need for material strength and power over all and everything;                                                                                                        BECAUSE for which we have no say but this hurt; this healing and fear we can not heal from overlord; and                                                                                                          call to Christ as lord, imagining there can not be peace without an overlord; and

SISTER BECAUSE we are too busy,  are too young,  too old  or too powerless to be heard, though we have conquered patriarchy only through victimizing others and being the patriarch,  though we are on medication from being sexually and intellectually abused and can not move from our homes, though we are harassed and

ACCUSED, THOUGH WE ARE not good enough, not strong enough, not pure enough, not virtuous enough, not beautiful enough, not loud enough, not  secure enough, not feminine enough, not rich enough , not enough not ever enough ever enough,

LET US BE BORN again as women, as mothers, as feminists and as sisters with brothers seeking for a place of reason and of conscience which Christ helped open to us; a society run for the equality of all regardless of the nature of the crimes of hierarchies.