Posted by: theodorecosmosophia | September 6, 2009

The Day My Daughter Was Born

“The Day my Daughter was Born”

My daughter was born into a room of wise women.

She brought with her

Memories of the ancestors:

The stars in her flesh;

The seas in her tears;

Memories of mammalian compassion

When she searched for her mother’s breast;

Memories of the first people

Wandering out on to the African plain,

Of painting the inside of the cave

As she did inside her womb.

She brought with her

Memories of Ellis Island, where they told her to remember no more,

And the Middle Passage, which she never could forget.

My daughter was born from a womb of boundless wisdom.

She could have shared all this, I’m sure.

But after looking up at me,

She simply cried.

Knowing one’s audience, they say, is a sign of wisdom.

April 7, 2008, Oakland



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