MOTHER : A poem of beginnings

This is the poem, minus the last verse, that was picked to be displayed for the Dutchess County Arts Council Show on Dutchess Turnpike in Poughkeepsie,NY. The show had some great poems and beautiful artwork and is being displayed until April 28th. I particularly liked the poem my neighbor Bo Burke wrote about an Owl and the accompanying painting. My favorite painting accompanied the poem "Dandelions". Since this is one of my older poems, I added another verse at the end to update it. Let me know what you think. You might think it controversial.

                                                         MOTHER
                                                                            By Anita Estes

            Low tide lulls me to sleep;

                        Lapping at the fringes of my mind.

            Wrapped in her blanket of rhythmic rocking

                        Back and forth in time.

            The tide breaks in

                        and calls to memory;

            The spiritual mother,

                        Who holds me in her hands,

                        Eternally.

Encompassing me in her arms;

                        Stretching far and wide,

                        Across the horizon line.

                        Encircled in her embrace,

                                                Beyond time.

            The song of lapping waters

                        Soothes my soul.

            Engulfed in the womb;

                        Like days of old.

Muffled sounds caress my ears,

            Linked to my human beginnings;

In the waters of my forming,

            Inside my mother’s womb.

Why then Mother, 

              Do you raise your hand against me? 

               and  create for me a merciless tomb.      (added verse)