Created A Woman

Sanctioned by the sun
she acknowledges
hours reserved
to rejoice or to mourn.

Called by the sparrows
she mends broken wings
and offers flight
in new directions.

Busy like the bees
she hums lullabies
as she gathers honey
for her family.

Led to weeping willows
she touches blue tears
and blows them away
with her kisses.

Caressed by the divine
whether with or without child
she has been given
a mother-heart.

(c)--Christina Cowling