You ran fiery and inexorable
through my thoughts,
before my blood felt you
would need your Own Soul
to make you human.
A Big Bang can start a universe,
but the story of a world can’t be kept just
by fire and stone—
life needs water and air;
living wants spirit.
All who read the lines of your face
believe you birthed to be protectress
of the Wild Child running my heart’s woods.
But you were my firstborn:
wise, knowing, Crone of my mind’s flesh.
I carry you in my skull
with a book, a sprig of rosemary, and a silver frog.
The land fell in love with your thumb…
with you both.
Process Note: Sofía Cienfuegos is a character in AlmaMia Cienfuegos and Other Stories. The short collection focuses on her youngest granddaughter, but Mamabuela (Grandmother) lived in my head and heart a long time before I knew a story would be written. The poem was partly inspired by my favorite of her quotes: “We can choose not to remember this day, but bones have strong memories. And earth never forgets.”