The Red Moon contest through Re:Connection Magazine that we mentioned on the blog back in September has found it’s winning poem. A beautiful piece demonstrating that even in pain we can have beautiful moments.
My Blessed Curse
Way back when
when my limbs
were long and thin
the change had finally
come to me.
My mother knew.
I didn’t have to say a word.
How does a mother know?
Way back when,
when my hips
and chest
began to shape
with curves
the pain was so severe
it sent me crying to the floor.
My mother did not judge me
Drama Queen,
but only looked
with sympathetic hazel eyes
then let me know
she would make some tea.
And so my blessed curse came,
came every month,
with nausea, pain and blood.
Still it’s the delicious smells
of cinnamon tea
that I remember most.
Way back when,
when my body young,
curved, thin and firm,
I began to feel
a different way-
a different me-
Yes, my blessed curse had skipped a turn.
And yes, my mother knew.
I didn’t have to say a word.
It must have been the glow.
And there within my ever changing me
grew inside a little mini me,
growing steadily
with my ever growing dreams
of then and now,
the blessed curse,
good moms, good daughters, good lives
and cinnamon tea.
Gloria Campos-Hensley