Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood


In star time,
you have already been
parsley turning its curls to the sun
in someone's backyard garden,
You don't remember
but you have been mother
before, and sister,
brother and father, child.
A light young bird,
you have flown, sun hot on your wings.
A plain lone bug,
you've died, small, unconsidered, in the rain.
Dust, fire, water, air.
Believe the scientists,
Hold my hand.
The atoms in you--
you don't remember
but you've been here
since the beginning.


Carla Pierce is a San Diego-based writer/photographer and mother of two grown kids. She has an M.F.A. in Fiction Writing from San Diego State University, and her work can be found online at Prime Number Magazine, Northwind Magazine, and elsewhere. You can visit her blog at for more information.

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So lovely. I read this a few days and have had these images and words echoing in my mind ever since.
Beautiful imagery, lovely in its complexity; touched me deeply. Thanks
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