Deep Loving Mother - Elly Kinross


I will not weep on this cold stone floor

I will head out into the lashing storm and keen with the wind

Hope to catch some drops of my friend who is gone

See her wild hair, owl eyes, wide smile

See a dancer

A hip-swaying, deep talking, smoke rising dancer

A teacher

Fire starting, fox tracking, question asking teacher

An ocean crossing, seed planting, grief tending, naked swimming

Village maker

Deep Loving Mother


Death blows down from the North

The geese are coming home for the winter.

In tribute to the amazing life of Maeve Gavin

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