At the Paps in County Kerry
Your Paps, your cairns,
show proud and full
against an Irish sky.
I am your child, your child.
From your earthen green,
you birthed and fed me, Mother.
Crone though I be,
I come back to you.
Oh hold me again,
for the days that are left,
back to your life-giving breasts.
For I am your child, your child.
I stand before the gate, and ask,
Will you bless my passage?
For I am your child, your child.
And as it has, for all these eons,
Gaia/Anu’s strength
pours forth in mighty gentleness.
Pass through the gate, She sings,
and know you transform
not for yourself alone,
but on behalf of all your kin.
Never do I forget you,
for you are each my child, my child.
©Susa Silvermarie 2023
Over 5000 years ago, the Tuatha dé Danann placed two cairns atop the mountains and honored them as the breasts of the Great Mother.
I love joining you for your travels
Thank you Susa- this poem is so moving, so musical, so comforting, so deeply felt.
This is beautiful. Soulful.