Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan's blog: "Pagan Prose & Poems"

I am but a small child, Tucked under my Mother’s chin. Little kisses of sweet breath dance across my face. Words of wisdom she speaks to me. Soft words that ebb and flow. The lilt of her voice like a little rhyme I once knew. But yet I am a small child. You are Mother. I stand in the meadow amongst a field of wildflowers each bending with the sweet breath of the wind. The Earth speaks to me ~ words of Wisdom I have heard before when I was Old. On the edge of the clearing the Horned one admires my gait. Mother Returns home as I join the dance with My admirer. We have danced before. But yet I am a Maiden. You are Mother. I am Maiden. I sit in my chair holding you close to My breast whispering words of wisdom You cannot yet understand. You suckle my breast and I wish upon you strength and happiness. She sits in the sun across the room gazing at us in our moment. She remembers when I was that small Child at her breast. I have once gazed Proudly upon my grown daughter. But yet I am a Mother. I am Mother. You are Crone. I sit watching you from across The room, proud of what you have Become. My words of wisdom have not Been lost. You have heard them before ~ In a lull-a-bye, on the wind... We look into Each other’s eyes and you are strong and you are happy. A small sweet breath dances across our faces and you pull the blanket tight across the babe that suckles your breast ~ She joins us. We are but Women. Maiden, Mother, Crone.