“a levite woman, a pharaoh’s daughter, and a child”
i am a mother who can no longer hide my son . . .
perhaps someone will pity
and for such pity’s sake
nameless as a slave i bathe in this river
risking death to become fertile as our fields
than to be without a child
i am the oldest and nameless . . .
as i guard i bridge pity and good-by
until she arrives
i am also the daughter in my father’s great house
who names another mother’s child
our separate streams of hungers meet
as if in a river running . . .
she brings him home
so that i may suckle him . . .
my second letting go–
kisses and agony
Sister Lou Ella Hickman, a member of the Sisters of the Incarnate Word and Blessed Sacrament, has a collection of poetry titled “she: robed and wordless”.