Cailleach

Your breath blows cold Mother.
I can see the steam from your nostrils
rising softly upward from the frigid earth.

My hands are cold Mother.
As you place your hand over mine,
As mothers do.

Old tears fall like ice Mother.
As I place the past softly
in its bedded grave
and wave goodbye to it forever.

You wipe my tear streaked face with your cold, bare hand Mother.
My face turns as dark and blue
As yours
We are One now
Mother and Daughter.

We gaze into each others eyes, Mother.
And time melts away.
The stars shine.
I can be reborn now as new.

You smile Mother.
And I know this journey was well worth it.

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