Meeting Her

As I held my fresh-faced firstborn, I met Her.

Her loving kindness, Female, Divine.
She held me as I held her.
I knew them both.

The Mother welcoming me into Her sacred role.

A new beginning.

I wondered at my unconditional love for her,

I pondered on Her unconditional love for us.

by Lanae Carmichael

Image of the poem text overlayed on a photo of a newborn