Beyond Blue

For my Mother We would nurture hands building pedestal. What man nurtured women, matriarchal? Procreation, Liberation, Choose one. Some things we'll never fully understand. Who made the moon as mirror for the sun? The heart of men in darkness was outdone. The blind man saw poison of jealousy. Darkness and blinding light have set men free. Love flowed like breath with fresh scent of iris. The least shall be first, on love's endless list. Pedestals and thrones of men were brought down. We'll see beyond the blue if lost and found. Mama once said, I must call on her God. Silvery grey glistened like her quiet nod. *(For my Mother on Mother's Day)