You held my hand
Guided my steps
And supported my dreams.
We did not always agree
But eventually the paths
Of our divergence met at
The singular point of Love.
You possessed the wisdom of age
And experience as the power of
The feminine coursed through you as the
Elder and first Mother.
This mantle was passed to you from
Your Mother and hers from a continuous
Line of strong and courageous women.
Each passing of this Queenship
Made a little easier the road ahead
And for me that easier road stretched
Your life was hard so that mine
Would be made easier and the
Blessings I pass to my daughters
Will be ones of a newly forged strength
That has been honed and tempered in the
Fires of pain and joy of those who came before.
You have found your freedom and
In passing from this world left behind
The mantle of Matriarch that I now
Must take up as I find my way.
I am not ready but this is not a choice
And I will take on this gift wearing it
Proudly until my time in this world
I Am the Matriarch
And in this naming I
Set foot on a path all
Women will one day walk.
Recent loss of my Mother has set me to thinking about much that I have claimed as my space of knowing about the power of the Goddess and the Divine Feminine. Our focus never wants to stray into thoughts of when the inevitable will happen, so we direct our claimings to those of identification as the lusty Maiden, the creative nurturing of the Mother and the prized wisdom of recognition as a Crone....