Here you will find thePoemSonnet Of Motherhood XXIVof poet Zora Bernice May Cross
How many holy women mothered me And brought me to perfection for this hour, When from my being all the living power Of sweetest woman should at last flow free? Aeons on Aeons on a loving knee Some woman rocked me in her scented bower, Till my soul bloomed an everlasting flower Calling with fragrance to a singing bee. You came. You saw me. And because in you A myriad mothers all their love had spread, Those holy women since the dawn of day Gave you the promise of a master true? Dearest, that bee unto the flower was wed When your song fitted with my humble lay.
