Heavenly Mother

Mother to the Stars

  1. With silver arms and midnight hands, she pulled in outstretched reach
  2. The lapping waves and hushed surf to bare the hidden beach.
  3. Deep from the sand, she formed a star and raised it to her breast
  4. And nursed it dear and tenderly, just as she had the rest.
  5. She helped it grow under her touch, with wisdom she did guide.
  6. Each stage of growth, each mature phase, filled her with love inside.
  7. The time had come—it always has—for her to say goodbye.
  8. Reluctantly, she held her babe, then perched it in the sky.


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By Kim Siever

Kim Siever is an independent queer journalist based in Lethbridge, Alberta. He writes daily news articles, focusing on politics and labour.

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