Oh, sweet mother
when waning is passed
and new moon darkens the sky,
you disappear, for one single night
Oh, dulce madre
hear the call of your people
reappear and awaken once again
as often as you choose
my sweet, dulce sickle moon
that slowly grows to full
Oh, dulce madre
hear the call of your people
hear my call, maiden, mother,
guardian of the night,
and sometimes angel of morning sky
deliverer of peace and wisdom
Oh, dulce madre
hear the call of your people
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Athena's Words of Wisdom: Empowering Poetry for Women
PoetryThese poems have been written over the course of several years, and reflect emotions as they pertain to being a woman, feeling judged, abused, inadequate, but also powerful after confronting our inner demons. This collection is also reflective of an...
