Oh you of large breasts, and great wide hips
In your belly you carry the seeds that
Plant life on this earth.
The curve of your spine is robust
And it carries the dreams that are
Yours, and of those around you.
From between your big strong thighs
New life breaths first into life
In the warmth of your lap many old lives,
Regretful, and grateful find final peace.
Your big strong arms are the pillars that
Hold the weight of the sky of responsibilities
From killing young dreams.
Torn with war and violence
Warriors cross back into life without
Forgetting war and its ugliness
As they hold and are in turn held
By your beauteous form
They turn into poets, painters, and sculptors
Writing poems, painting, and capturing
The song in your heaving breasts in enduring stone.
Your coquettish gaze, the tilt of the brow
The sway of the enormous hips make
The old, and infirm touch hope and
Vitality as they try to contain the
Firm desire rousing in them.
From the moment life draws first breath
To the time life exhales its final breath
It is an ode to you, to mothers, sisters, lovers
Wives, teachers, and care-givers.