Poem: For the Benevolent Matriarch

For the Benevolent Matriarch
Diane Dolphin

Tiny, ancient woman, look upon our faces,

the sea of your creation. Your blood,

the blood of mirth and kindness,

courses through our veins. Your song,

Happy Trails, echoes in the halls of our hearts.

Knitter of words, mender of hearts,

eternal fount of love and gossip.

Shucker of corn, gutter of fish,

keeper of all our secrets.

Carry them with you now,

tucked in your giant pocketbook.

We will hand down your stories,

grown larger with each telling.

Go now, join your husband.

Here comes the old station wagon:

Our lady, your chariot awaits.

"For the Benevolent Matriarch" appears in my origami poetry book, Communion, available soon through the Origami Poems Project.  http://www.origamipoems.com/ 

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