The Motherless Child

Celtic Goddess Cordelia

Cordelia came in her Goddess gown, wild spring flowers in her hair.

She soothed my heart till I could lift my head high: pieces of me reflect back in her eyes.

I sobbed.

I let her see my broken vase and she caressed my skin like a lover.

My vase of cracks and fine lines filled—

The motherless child and I.

The Motherless Child

© Copyright 2022, Poetry Out West, Jodine Derena Butler. All rights reserved

4 thoughts on “The Motherless Child

  1. When we feel as orphans, the spirits of Nature or the ancient goddess of water in the fountain, in lake, in rivers, all of them seem to want to protect us.. Our parents from the woods.

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