On the Night of the Mothers.

 

 

From Mothers Night. A prayer. A blessing. In gratitude.

To and from the spirits;

My Mothers
To the first Mother.
Who foraged the Sloe.
Who showed me the way to go.
To the Old Track
Who guided the hand
To the blackthorn
You behind me
You before me
You who walk besides me
You, who will one day, walk without me…

Wassail!
Words and image copyright Cymraes2016. That’s me. ”Tis no secret 😉

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