Eve

A poem I wrote to my wife, Eve
on Mother's day:

Eve: Mother

Youngling is born,
Through pain and prayer.
She learns with time,
Herself to share.

In house full of family,
Yet all alone.
Searching completeness,
Yearning for Home.

She meets young man,
Trusting her fate,
Joining with him,
Bonding soul mates.

Arms open wide,
The essence of Wife.
God blesses her,
With seed of Life.

Receiving the Love,
That makes her whole,
He, she, and God,
Create a new soul.

She is the Door,
Gate, Source, Giver.
‘Tween Heaven and Earth,
She is Life’s River.

Family shares trials,
Fair wind and storm,
Creation in progress,
A youngling is born.

Rick