I come from silky mud

after a season of rain, rain, rain

one spring.

The universe would not

allow the earth to dry up

my mother could not resist

and picked up a clump

and made a fist

to shape me into the person I am today.

She told me though

that I had picked her.


6 thoughts on “Origin

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  2. I like this. You took a simple thing like walking in the rain and mud and made it sound beautiful. Great metaphor with the mud, clay and yourself.


    1. Thanks so much. I want to learn how to do pottery in my old age :). For me it is a way to connect with nature and to become more creative. But when I wrote the poem I thought about my own formation and how I get it now that we are all a part of each other. Thanks again. -Melba Christie


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