06/24/2026
but who will mother the mother?
i ask the stars one night,
for they know a thing about
carrying multitudes,
universes,
generations.
they stare back at the precious earth,
rivers of milk
and honey.
vast oceans of
flowers.
mothers wailing,
mothers rejoicing.
every cell
aching with memory.
without a word,
they trace their starry fingers
around the soft edges of my belly,
and then the whole,
brimming earth.
but who will mother the mother?
they ask me back.
~ Emory Hall
Art by Tarn Ellis
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