Isis taught me what it means to be a mother. The Prose is based on my experiences, and was inspired by the art of Janice Duke, in the Featured Photo. Her blog is

I first knew her as Dove Mommy

I was debilitated

On the Bathroom Floor

Lost in Visions

Of War

Of Pain

Of my Past

And I was Naked

And I was Alone

And I was Afraid

I felt a human Dove

Wrap her wings around me

Wings of Protection

Wings of Warmth

And I began to cry

I began to Let It Go

I was unfrozen.

By Love.

My Dove Mommy

I spoke to her

As I speak to Spirits.

And I Realized who she was.

A Goddess.

But first she was to me,

A Mother,

Giving me warmth

When I was Cold, Scared, and Alone.

A loving mother,

Who does not control,

But Guides

With love, and Tenderness.

My Isis.

My Dove Mommy.

My Goddess.

3 responses to “Isis”

  1. johncoyote Avatar

    Amazing poetry dear Brigid. I am a great fan of myth and tale.

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    1. brigidfaye Avatar

      Thank you! I wasn’t as confident about this one, but I felt like I had to tell the story straight

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      1. johncoyote Avatar

        You did a amazing job with the words. A meaningful and wonderful poem dear Brigid.

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