T’is a mother in my life who feels all alone
waiting for something completely unknown
waiting for an unknowing that cannot be named
pondering
wondering
waiting again

The child in this mother ponders alone
searching for Mother
the only one known
the known who is completely unknown
by the child who was unseen
unheard
left alone

When the child of the mother of the Mother comes home
comes a chance to unfold stories untold
comes places to lend trust
grieve what was known
hold one another
find our long way home

To the mothers and children who wander and roam
may you risk the wild ride of sliding into known
finding the love that was birthed in the womb
find your way back to the heart that is home

4 Generations

This poem is dedicated to the women pictured (left to right), my deceased mother, Dorothy Avolyn Arnett Rea, me (Melanye Avolyn Rea Wrighton), my daughter, Emily Avolyn MacKenzie Miller, my first-born granddaughter, MacKenzie Avolyn Miller, and my granddaughter (not pictured) Avolyn Elaine Miller.


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Melanye Wrighton’s tent, which she shares with her husband of 29 years, Steve, and two of the prettiest Calico cats ever created, is currently pitched in Indianapolis, IN. Please come visit her, as she loves to cultivate the hearts and stories of all God’s children.
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