I have served.
Through heartbreak and homelessness
And breasts sharp with milk
As they call to a babe
That is not this one
I have served.
I have walked and wept with women
With gentle hands and truthful tongue.
Sometimes I wonder
Whether the right choice
Was to keep going.
And yet
I treasure this work that held me together
Like beads and string.
Women weaving
Women delving
Women dancing together
In sacred mystery.
- Jenny Wren
