To Mother You

Some days in spite of (or maybe because of?) the myriad and deeply responsible roles I play

I want to curl into a ball and put my tired head on my mother's lap

like I did when I was little and didn't feel so hot,

falling asleep to the voices on Pittsburgh's KDKA Evening News.

I want her to spoon feed me warm sweet potatoes with salted butter

until I am brave and adult again.

I want to lean against a small mountain of pillows and have her read me The Maggie B.

I want my Mommy, dammit. 

I want my Mommy.

Sometimes we just need the loving touch of our mother or a mother-in-law or a mother-figure...

heaven knows not every mother does it well enough for her grown child to think, "Gosh I'd love it if my mom was here right now..."

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Lacking a maternal hand

it can be enough just to have the space to fall apart.

I think of God's palm

and the cradle I find there frequently.

No matter the excellent nature of our lives

the lovers or husbands who hold us well

the fabulous careers

or wonderful children

or the lack of all of the above

we

all

need

mothering.

These earrings are a golden shining cradle

for a woman

for a heart

for her tiredness and vulnerability

for a spirit

in need of sweet potatoes

and gentleness

.

Hand fabricated start to finish

of hammer formed textured and riveted brass

sterling and fine silvers

with gorgeous shining bits of amethyst

to sing in your ear

or whisper as you walk those mean streets

"Shhhhhhh...shhhhhhh....there there now"

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RESERVED

xoxox,

Sunny