The Daughter Line

A poem by Arlene Bailey (Her Sacred Wild)

Today's newsletter will be a short one as I'm working on several long articles and taking care of my sick children and my sick self. I'm sharing this wonderful poem, The Daughter Line, exactly as the author Arlene Bailey posted it on her Facebook page, Her Sacred Wild, without commentary and interpretation. May it be your food for thought in a world on fire, as it was mine while I'm reflecting on the wounds in my own maternal lineage and my own womanhood.

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I am the daughter
of a daughter.

Who is the daughter
of a daughter.

Who is also the daughter
of a daughter.

Some of us are mothers
but all of us are daughters,
all birthed through lines
that weave back to
that First Mother.

All connected from
the very beginning.
All connected in the now.

Mothers,
Daughters,
Grandmothers,
Great Grandmothers,
Great Great Grandmothers.
All daughters born from
One. Original. Egg.
from
One. Original. Woman.

So why the separation?
Why the animosity toward each other?
Why the arguing and fighting,
back-stabbing and lack of support?

The next time you see another woman,
look in her eyes and see the
Ancestral Lines – the lines of women –
that lead back to you.

Where are we going Mother?

And how will we get there Sister?

By staying connected Daughter
and allowing for difference.

For we are each one,
after all,
all Daughters
of the
One Mother.

“Daughter of the Daughter of My Daughter” by Julie Dillon