My Mother By Susan Maria Rowley

For Margaret

My mother
___ mother earth
tells me stories of my birth.
Her heart is goodness
her labour: truth.

My mother
___mother bear
shields me from the stormy air
cuts the pulse of fears within
the fur a cover
for my skin.

My mother
___mother goose
turns the very air to juice
points my head and
charms my wings
sees me take flight,
begins to sing.