How many holy women mothered me <br />And brought me to perfection for this hour, <br />When from my being all the living power <br />Of sweetest woman should at last flow free? <br />Aeons on Aeons on a loving knee <br />Some woman rocked me in her scented bower, <br />Till my soul bloomed an everlasting flower <br />Calling with fragrance to a singing bee. <br /> <br />You came. You saw me. And because in you <br />A myriad mothers all their love had spread, <br />Those holy women since the dawn of day <br />Gave you the promise of a master true… <br />Dearest, that bee unto the flower was wed <br />When your song fitted with my humble lay.<br /><br />Zora Bernice May Cross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-of-motherhood-xxiv/
