Who Was She?

Who was she really...?
A child, a queen - or something in between?
A bitch that whelped or yet another healing
hand that helped them all get through?
A wet-nurse with a medical degree.

A lawmaker that set such grand decrees
adrift upon the breathing wind,
still looking for a balance
in between the great extremes.

A soldier, yes, but only when those
others wouldn't bless the life she held.
A poet and a lover. And of course,
the source of all the mother-love
that always grew within their hearts.

Prophetic - as she felt the waves beginning.
Startled in response, at that great light within
her eyes. The looking glass had always been
too kind. Never quite too old
within an ever growing wise,
within a force of ancient innocence.

Deep, her well, where feelings swelled
alight with all the strength of primal power.
But standing in the shadows still
of all the light that never came her way.

Who was she really...?
Just another female after all...

? Michaelette ?

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