There is magic in your tea cup
There is magic in your hair
There is magic in the water
Magic good, debonair
Sip it slow
Let it down
Feel it on your skin
Hold it close
Don't let it go
Breathe it right in
The womb holds all your futures
Every egg and every tear
Place your hand upon those stripes now
The magic slumbers, right here
A million generations
A thousand different lives
Will they breathe, swim, open?
Run, sink, fly?
There is magic in your birth space
There is magic in the time
It calls you from the oceans
The moon pulls inside
Breathe, pause, move now
hands grasp, closed eyes
The power is within you
It's not born, found, or new
It's in your linages
It's ancient, wise, and true
Call on your elders spirit
Draw from your mothers hands
Observe your sisters smile
This pattern is a dance
Tango with each surge now
Power aching through
Forward, back, and arch now
The ocean's moving you
Surrender to the rhythm
Open up your throat and groan
This sound is your becoming
A waltz to bring your throne
Woman is a power
Feminine and strong
So girl becomes mother
So sings a different song
Mother is the healer
Mother knows her child
Empowered with her fear now
Hear her roar so loud
The babe passes through her
One world touch another
Inhaling its first breath
Tethered to its mother
Saphires stream
Down wrinkled wet cheeks
And stillness fills the room
The dance has slowed
The motions flowed
Hand to heart, cheek to cheek
There is magic in the vernix
There is magic in the milk
There is music in the quiet
Such beauty in blood spilt
Gone is who walked in now
Emerges something old
Generations deep with instinct
Remembered, now take hold
She nurses with a feeling
She's never felt before
Something massive, something yearning,
On her own now- nevermore
Her want is tangled up see,
In someone else's eyes
Tiny stranger claims her heartbeat
And she's drawn to every cry
Forever this will mark
Transition into trance
True loves hit its mark
in
Mothers magic dance
-Poet, Artist, Birth Photographer
Your Wildwood Birthkeeper
CordeliaGrey Allen
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