The First Human..

She and I intertwined, she and I still stands the most apart,
She is face, she is body, she is mind ,she is heart,
Yet her emotional fetters hold me from life's art.

Mother is worshipped as God's physical side
Mother is adjulated as perpetual spring - at times in mirror image and at times in baby's glistening hide. She smiles her mother's smile and that's daughter's laugh, she past half and future half.
Love sprouts from her every cell
Her joys stand fast in heaven or hell
Motherhood is aloof of all worldly tales!