Zora Bernice May Cross

(18 May 1890 – 22 January 1964 / Brisbane)

Sonnet Of Motherhood Xxiv - Poem by 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.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011

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