I broke the line.
From your fragile genes,
Wilma Darlene
transfigured
into
Judith McGraine
there will be
no more daughters.
Your motherline is dead.
I broke the line.
From your history
of loss and misery,
of anger and surrender,
there will be no more
women carrying
your burdened story
into tomorrow.
Your motherline is dead.
It dies with us.
I broke the line.
Never wanting to carry it forth,
even at five years old
I knew I’d be no nurse,
or teacher or mommy,
and though I have nurtured
others’ souls and selves,
they were the souls and selves
of other motherlines,
and those of fathers too.
Your motherline is dead.
It dies with us.
No daughters follow me in procession.
I broke the line.
Gray Bear in the Middle 
Excellent
Powerful. I think many daughters will relate to this poem.
Thank you. I think with all the focus in some circles on reclaiming the Divine Feminine and looking into goddess material, which often roots deeply into The Great Mother image, it’s important to affirm there is power in not being a biological mother. Desperation for motherhood is unhealthy for the woman who tries and can’t as much as for any child that springs from desperate attempts to give birth. don’t get me wrong, I celebrate those brave women who mother and birth, but there are other ways to nurture and these need to be honoured equally. For humans, life is more than carrying on the mother line or fathername.