Sonnet of Motherhood XXIV – 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.