Wolf

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Wolf

My mother was a wild wolf
Brought me up
In the woods of winter –
Showed me how to forage for food
Small voles, white duck eggs warm with yellow yolk.

Pawed at hard red berries, soft fruits fallen from trees.
She’d sniff the air above the windfall with her snout –
Gently lift between her sharpened teeth
and devour: two chews and a swallow.

We’d trek across snow driven land. Her in front –
sheltering me from whipping winds and the tough pelt of hail –
The warmth of her thick brushy tail – my navigator
of unbeknown things, only her wolf slit eyes could see.

Published by Stella McHugh

Survivor of so many things that happens to women and girls.

9 thoughts on “Wolf”

  2. Indeed PSP – I loved writing this about my mother. Brought back memories of her – she was such an wonderful, extraordinary woman that forged her own path and never lived by others. Still alive though her daughters today. I hope you are well – sending festive thoughts. I’m just catching up as always!

    Stella

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  5. Stella, I have read several of your posts. You are a very talented writer. I am at a loss as to how to respond to some of your painful experiences. I am sorry for what you have suffered, and I hope you can find some peace. Writing helps us deal with the misfortunes of the past.

    This post is relatable. I too cherish memories of my mother and the things she did for me. Even at 72, knowing her experiences guide me through this stage of my life.

    All the best! ❤

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    2. It is from the resolved and changed present that I can now write ✍️ about them. My life is buoyant and rich from these experiences. I have much to offer many and many benefit in all the different ways I live – often without knowing. Peace ☮️ I do have now . 💛

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