Moon for Our Daughters by Annie Finch
Moon that is linking our daughters’
Choices, and still more beginnings,
Threaded alive with our shadows,
These are our bodies’ own voices,
Powers of each of our bodies,
Threading, unbroken, begetting
Flowers from each of our bodies.
These are our spiraling borders
Carrying on your beginnings,
Chaining through shadows to daughters,
Moving beyond our beginnings,
Moon of our daughters, and mothers.
photo Rose Cook
Go find someone who knows.
A woman, your mother,
They will show you how to begin.
Cast on. This is not easy.
It involves loops. Relax.
Tension flows in, twists and knots.
Feel the warmth of the wool.
Allow the click of needles,
the rhythm of the stitches
to knit you calm.
It is not grief that shapes our days,
but peace. Console yourself
and as you knit,
death will not come close, but lies,
its belly to the fire to warm its fur.
poem and photograph Rose Cook