Mother's body

Perhaps when Mother made me⠀⁠
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She kept me short⠀⁠
and heavy⠀⁠
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so I would stay closer to the ground⠀⁠
be closer to the Earth⠀⁠
stay closer to Her⠀⁠
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So She could keep Her eye on me⠀⁠
like a mother watches over children playing nearby⠀⁠
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So the vibration of my moving feet on the soil could bring Her joy – like the joy I felt as my baby kicked in my womb.⠀⁠
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So She could wrap me in Her love, as I sink into the softness of Her mossy hair, in the muddy thickness of Her thighs, in the warm wet sand of Her arms.⠀⁠
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The more mass a thing has, the more gravitational pull it has.⠀⁠
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Perhaps She gave me size because She knew my work would ⠀⁠
be heavy⠀⁠
need roots⠀⁠
require grounding⠀⁠
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knew I would hold⠀⁠
motherhood, womanhood⠀⁠
community⠀⁠
healing⠀⁠
growth⠀⁠
love⠀⁠
like orbiting planets⠀⁠
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Perhaps every pound, every inch was intentional.⠀⁠
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Perhaps my body is exactly as Hers is:⁠⠀⁠
like Mother's.⁠⠀⁠
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--Kendra Coupland