Mothers, by Carolyn Dyle


A mother knows her child
From the moment of conception,
When a sacred bond is born.
Bound by blood and soul,
She risks her life to give new life,
She surrenders herself
To ensure her child will survive,
She gives all of her heart and soul,
Determined her child will thrive.
Mothers are a bottomless well of nurturing,
Eternally giving, reassuring, empowering.
We return to drink from our mother’s well
To heal our broken spirits, to nourish our souls.


Carolyn Dyle

Marisa Sayago, Hija Mia, 2008, ceramic
Marisa Sayago, Hija Mia, 2008, ceramic