Middle Earth
Mother, the face of all roots –
middle-aged-birthers need their Mothers,
Mama now themselves, Primigravida, later Mater;
childlike until Mother’s hood darkens the path,
no book to show the way – middle-earth Mother
neither here nor there, freedom gone
along with Mother’s love, now you are the Mother,
but know not what you do, middle-earthed,
the child and the ancient pull both ways
as baby cries for you, just you,
but who can you cry to
only the empty space
the lost place
shaped
Mother