In the beginning
there was a cord
a connection
it kept me alive
yet I rarely think about it
It was part of me
Part of her
An organ
That they took away from us
that was just ours
our magical cord
Sometimes
Late at night
When the moon is round
and full
almost too bright
I cannot sleep
So I think
And I think
Sometimes
I think of her
I miss her
And it breaks me a little
a little part of me
breaks
Last night I realised
that not only do I feel the pain in my chest
I feel it somewhere else
down lower
I feel it in the severed disconnect
of my umbilical cord
Along with another
for there beside the other
Are two tiny twisted
dried up stumps
once magical connections of their own
now they are grown
And I wonder if one day
or some days
they feel it in their own
phantom
umbilical cords
It fed them
as I was fed
It was broken off
yet even as it bled
it sent its ghostly tracers
deep inside our hearts
Attached psychically
if not physically
anymore
Children to their mothers
An ancient bond
Continuing on
Unbroken
Though they’ve tried
The medical Dons
Mostly women themselves
The don’t understand
This is beyond medicine
Or science to comprehend
It’s nature at its most natural
I once read an article
which said
That around the time of the full moon
all women feel the pull
of the umbilical connection
Which keeps us locked to our source
and those to whom we give birth
It is a magnetical magical earth
Power to the source
A tidal wave of current
drawing us back
Or at least our thoughts
to that place
Backwards
Inwards
Towards
those that have loved us
and we them
To what we sprang from
and into
As I stare out the door
at the moonlight cross the floor
I think of her
and them
and the source
of all connection
Puzzle pieces falling into place
God’s grace
The moons face
I think of all those women
and those phantom
umbilical cords
Those that have died
but still ache
The whole human race
connected
Born the same way
Dying the same way
Connected the same way
It makes you wonder if that alone
were not enough
To cease
Being so
Disconnected
Very beautifully written. This is so profound about the connection of motherhood and the umbilical cord. I hope my comment makes sense, this poem is just beautiful! ❤❤
Thanks – I feel it so I know it is true and I know of other women that feel it also – it was a little hard to describe so I’m glad it came across well – it is one of the great gifts of being female I think 😘
That was beautiful, I wrote a post a while back called “all women are gods” (not a plug) in which I was trying to talk about that special relationship between mothers and their children.
This was beautiful!
I got talking to a woman years ago about how every cycle I would feel this pull – that started a conversation which I have continued with many other women – it is such a difficult thing to condense to mere words – aim so glad you liked it.