The umbilical cord
Stretches as far as the eye cannot see
And beyond that which the mind cannot imagine.
It has infinite elastic and give,
Timeless reach and understanding
For things and worlds that I cannot hope to comprehend.
As my parents before me turned their lives upside down
And accepted on trust the new worlds I gave them
So too I reach out and hold my children’s new truths,
new livings, new infinites.
There is very little old in the new
Snippets and snatches of times before
But most is new forged, new gotten, begotten
And the old is mostly forgotten.
Save for the combined tug tied up in the sinewy cord
A tug that pulls back even as it gives forward
An army of mothers have passed it along
And it loops and pools over generations, through families and out of sight
A sinewy thread that binds as it loosens, tugs as it gives
Holding and giving and letting go.
© Jillian Godsil 2012