I call to the Matrones, mothers three,
mothers of old, mothers of us all! Kind ones,
gentle ones, your blessings were known to many tribes,
in many lands; when fortune carried your people
to strange places, you guided their travels,
you guarded their repose. Mothers three, mothers
of our foremothers, I pray to you as did
those women whose blood runs in my veins, I pray
with a full heart, in a voice soft with love,
a voice rich with the resonance of the years.
O you midwives, nurses, bearers of bounty,
goddesses great and gracious, I honor you.

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