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Eve
by Indigo Tempestamy mother may lose her womb this year;
the violent cure makes me clutch my gut and quail.
my mother
the woman who loves me more than all the rest together
may lose her immortality.
this was my home for almost a year
i refused to leave for three days straight--
this is a goodbye.
my mother has always been strong;
solid diamond stuff she's made of--
how can she be laid low,
have her womanhood extracted
in a sanitary fashion?
i can't see her that way.
she'll always be a woman
the bearer of my brothers and i
the Eve of my religion.
i have a memory i recount in my sleep;
a dream, i'm told. but i know it to be true.
good morning, i say
with my afterbirth-clouded eyes
on the first morning of earth--
good morning, mommy.
with fleshy arms strong
i look back at my mother's womb and smile,
then reach for her embrace
and shiver.
good morning, mommy.
i'll remember every night still,
every night my mother lives
unwomaned;
my barren mother (am i a miracle?)
whom i every moment worship secretly.
i can't see her helpless--
she will go on--
she will prove a woman is a woman
not through the instrument of her creation
but through the strength in her bones.
good morning, mommy,
for the rest of my life. 07/02/2003 Posted on 07/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 07/04/03 at 04:16 AM wow... so much in this.. the womb as woman's gateway to immortality- that is so powerful and true. this is a really amazing testament to the meaning of woman and strength, and of course to your love for your mother |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 07/05/03 at 03:28 AM Indigo, this is a very touching piece...thank you for sharing...lovely work. |
| Posted by Madeline Pestolesi on 07/07/03 at 02:49 AM Lovely |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/07/03 at 03:57 AM You touch an old man's heart, my dear. How lovely, loving, and lovingly crafted. |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 07/08/03 at 03:10 AM Brilliant expression of love. |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 07/08/03 at 08:44 PM i am particularly affected by this, as i recently had some reproductive concerns after the birth of my newest child |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 07/11/03 at 08:04 PM *wipes a tear* my mom is one of the most wonderful people in my life. She always wanted more children, but could only have me.This poem reminds me how special my mother is. Thank you. |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 08/11/03 at 07:43 AM What a lovely and strong poem.Congrats on POTD and this deserves every bit of it.A beautiful dedication to an even more beautiful human being.You have laid down it all so brilliantly.I wish ur mom all the happiness. |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 08/11/03 at 08:53 AM wonderfully touching! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/11/03 at 12:57 PM More touching than the poem itself is the love from which it was written.... both are such pure expressions. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/11/03 at 02:07 PM I liked the way you related the womb to immortality. And your home for 9 1/2 months. My aunt had the same thing done in her early twenties and she loved it. I suppose not too many women would miss pms. But everyone is going to feel different. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/11/03 at 03:28 PM Beautiful, wrenching. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/11/03 at 07:10 PM Most intriguing and unusual subject for a poem. Certainly a loving tribute to your mother and one to motherhood as well.
Congratulations on POTD! |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 08/21/09 at 10:37 AM :'( |
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