Son, Behold your Mother

Child of my womb return to me,
Bathing in the waters of rebirth,
Finding there the comfort of new life
Which also becomes mine;
Tied with the cord,  twisted umbilically 
That must one day be severed 
As you become yourself,
Bereft of the heart beat and quickening,
Always separated, yet ever mine
So that even he who gave me you,
Though welcome, never as much 
As the one forever mine,
Thinking of the past, laughing about now,
And wondering quietly about what's to come. 
 
January 2024
(John 19:26-27)