She Touched Me In Silence by Janet King

From the August 2007 Retreat: Women, Creativity and the Journey of the Soul, Embracing the Gift of the Shadow

She touched me in silence,

And I followed her with my arm on her shoulder,

Feeling her heavy, hard, solid shoulder bone,

Like a pelvis

I put my arm through her socket,

Reached through to the gooey, juicy

Mass of veins and capillaries

And squeezed,

As if hugging and holding a tiny robin’s egg,

Without breaking it

One crack.

Mother, I said, oh, Mommie

Mommie, Mommie, I want

My Mommy, I want my

Mommy!

Only I didn’t say it in

Words, I said it with my

Unsung, true singing voice,

In silence.

The breaking of a heart

And that was the most powerful

Cry

The cry without tears, blood, or words:

Mother, here

I am, I’m home.

Thank God, Thank God, Thank God, I’m

Home.

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