three generations
my first portrait
hidden deep inside the babe
mother of my mother
~kat
There is a theory that the egg that became me (with a little help from my dad, of course) was carried inside my mother since all women are born with all the eggs they will have in their lifetime. Where it gets interesting is that, as your mother was developing in your grandmother’s womb, a part of you was there too. Having four daughters, three of whom have daughters stirs my imagination. To think that I once held the sparks of my granddaughters while I carried their mothers inside me. Isn’t life a miraculous thing!
That said, hidden in the old photo above is a glimmer of me.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of promise to you!
~kat
NaGloPoWriMo 2025 Early Bird Challenge: try penning a portrait poem of your own. It can be a self-portrait, a portrait of someone well known to you, or even a poem inspired by an actual painted portrait.
like mercury colliding... 