Whispering Wombs: A Villanelle Poem
Whispering wombs of our mothers
where we once swam in amniotic fluid
life force like no others
Guided by the lined hands of grandmothers
wizened and sharp as a druid
Whispering wombs of our mothers
Their love unconditional buffers
elixir of life flows liquid
life force like no others
Adding brilliant colors
Never muted and cold
Whispering wombs of our mothers
Hear their cries for our lost brothers
their pained hearts lucid
life force like no others
Always the first to recover
women are better suited
whispering wombs of our mothers
life force like no others
