Mother Hood

dedicated to the many innocents who opened my eyes;
may they find peace

Mother Hood

I laughed
when I first saw it;
a misprint,
surely;
an overlooked
mistake;
another prank
perpetrated
by Spellcheck.

I looked again
with different eyes
and recognized
the accidental honesty
an innocent slip
of the wrist,
a Freudian space
giving birth
to an inconvenient truth.

Don’t look behind the curtain.

Motherhood
a term to conjure;
dazzling us
deluding us
confusing us
enveloping us
in a hopeless longing-for
the honey-sweet sentiments
on Mother’s Day greeting cards.

The wicked witch
is confined
to ancient fairy tales;
a myth, a fable,
there’s no such thing;
to nurture is her nature;
no woman born of woman
would ever hurt or harm
or hate.

Don’t look behind the curtain.

Childhood
innocence,
a gentle gift:
safe, secure,
tenderly embraced,
fiercely protected
deeply loved;
fondly remembered
its end regretted.

Nothing wrong
drapes drawn,
doors closed,
cries muffled,
bound to silence
bright smiles
hidden tears
another fall
down the stairs.

Don’t look behind the curtain.

Deborah Beach Giordano
January 19, 2016

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