Not So Ancient Scrolls

The Power Of She

She  gave birth to nations
They lasted ages and generations
She raised angelic leaders
And heaven bound reapers

She was my red jewel;
Dangerous but loving
My white garment;
Pure and worth having
My blue sky;
The calming factor in my ever growing storm

She was my pain
Yet the core of my gain
She was my map.
And inspired the course of my life.
My evening's dread
Yet my morning's joy.

I was her sheet.
Her canvas
Learning at her feet
She was my artist
Painting the course of my future

She had the power
So I must have the power
All of us have potential sovereignty of this power
It's ours to devour

Yet she was special.
The power of she .

MOTHER.