Our mother
was
split in two by the thunderous rattle
of new worlds coming forth.
They pushed through her
and emerged with bright expressions.
New minds flooded with milky dreams
of power
Now, she floats in a blissful sleep,
forever drained of
vigor
and strength
but delighted
by the sound of young chests, pulsing with new life
around her
in an orbit
of her own creation
“Mother of Worlds” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “A Dedication of Visions” by Hugo Barros
The Show Tell Project 
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