{"id":58013,"date":"2015-05-11T12:00:03","date_gmt":"2015-05-11T11:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=58013"},"modified":"2015-05-10T18:07:05","modified_gmt":"2015-05-10T17:07:05","slug":"mothers-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2015\/05\/mothers-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Mother\u2019s Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

A poem about women\u2019s rights, violence against women, equality, economic and political equality, mothering, school, work, environment, and, of course, war. It is about an ideal, truly meaningful Mother\u2019s Day, not an on-the-surface-only Mother\u2019s Day. <\/em><\/p>\n

If we could see a Mother\u2019s Day<\/p>\n

All around the world,<\/p>\n

Where mothers lived a day of joy,<\/p>\n

Where mothers felt their worth,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then what exactly would we see<\/p>\n

So moms could realize<\/p>\n

That their lives are important and<\/p>\n

Their own perspectives wise?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The women in Sudan would not<\/p>\n

Be flogged for wearing pants.<\/p>\n

Their spirits wouldn\u2019t be constrained;<\/p>\n

They\u2019d run, skip, sing, and dance.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In Arabia we\u2019d celebrate<\/p>\n

No groping of the girls;<\/p>\n

They\u2019d drive their cars with elbows bare,<\/p>\n

Show ankles under skirts.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As golden rays of morning light<\/p>\n

Touched arms tan from the sun,<\/p>\n

Brown locks of hair blown by the breeze<\/p>\n

From scarves could come undone.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And no false blame on women for<\/p>\n

Attracting hands of men,<\/p>\n

As if the hands were victims of<\/p>\n

The evil feminine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Instead of yoking women, telling<\/p>\n

Them they have to hide,<\/p>\n

The men without firm self-control<\/p>\n

Would wear handcuffs outside.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And stiff Wahhabi thoughts of us<\/p>\n

As temptresses dirt-smeared<\/p>\n

Would turn around, go upside down<\/p>\n

Til women were revered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We\u2019d hear collapse beliefs that virgins<\/p>\n

Wait up in the sky<\/p>\n

To welcome men who\u2019ve torn apart<\/p>\n

The hearts of countless lives.<\/p>\n

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For woman would not see the sense<\/p>\n

In violence or the use<\/p>\n

Of bombs, explosions, grief, and death<\/p>\n

With God as an excuse.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And over in Afghanistan<\/p>\n

Car bombings and grenades<\/p>\n

Against the women working for<\/p>\n

Their rights would quickly fade.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Iranians for their part would<\/p>\n

forbid torture and rapes<\/p>\n

Of prisoners and end abuse<\/p>\n

Of wives, victims of hate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And Pakistani mothers giving<\/p>\n

Birth would have the aid<\/p>\n

Of female nurses from their land<\/p>\n

Who\u2019ve been to school and trained.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then as their infants grew in age<\/p>\n

They\u2019d find joy escalate<\/p>\n

From playgrounds, slides, and jungle gyms,<\/p>\n

From swimming, roller blades.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As youth needing adventure they\u2019d<\/p>\n

Not turn to violent games;<\/p>\n

Instead they\u2019d learn gymnastics,<\/p>\n

Parachute, ski, climb, and skate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And as adults out searching for<\/p>\n

High purpose, noble life,<\/p>\n

They\u2019d tie their passion to non-violent<\/p>\n

Action without strife.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Down south in Congo women would<\/p>\n

Be safe from savage harm;<\/p>\n

Their sons and husbands never forced<\/p>\n

To kidnap, kill, bear arms.<\/p>\n

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Traditions that insist a wife<\/p>\n

Accept pain from her mate<\/p>\n

Would be replaced by cell phones to<\/p>\n

Report him and escape.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And food crops would replace cash crops<\/p>\n

So families could eat,<\/p>\n

And women would not eat what\u2019s left<\/p>\n

From men but with them feast.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cold darkness that compels some men<\/p>\n

To kill for treasured mines<\/p>\n

Would change to light so they could see<\/p>\n

that deadly greed\u2019s unkind.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And what use is the gain of wealth<\/p>\n

When all that it\u2019s used for<\/p>\n

Is purchasing more guns to fuel<\/p>\n

A war for wealth for war?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The violence in Nigeria,<\/p>\n

The suffering on all sides<\/p>\n

From lack of prosecution, no<\/p>\n

Defense of human rights;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The oil spills from old pipelines that<\/p>\n

The owners won\u2019t clean up,<\/p>\n

Polluting land and water leaving<\/p>\n

Natives without much;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The poverty and homelessness<\/p>\n

And baseless cruel arrests<\/p>\n

That place one thousand on death row,<\/p>\n

No fair trials or defense;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On Mother\u2019s Day if this could all<\/p>\n

Completely change around,<\/p>\n

We might set up good habits and<\/p>\n

Not spirals going down.<\/p>\n

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In India no woman would<\/p>\n

Get acid on her face<\/p>\n

From men who feel superior<\/p>\n

But are debased by hate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And South Koreans would not let<\/p>\n

A thirst for alcohol<\/p>\n

Fuel murder, rape, and robbery<\/p>\n

And take a morbid toll.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

High in Nepal the women who<\/p>\n

Have skills to mediate<\/p>\n

Would not be kept from peace talks led<\/p>\n

By men who just debate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And women healers never would<\/p>\n

Be stoned for their witchcraft.<\/p>\n

Holistic ways cure even without<\/p>\n

Numbers, charts, and graphs.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

While medicalized knowledge of<\/p>\n

The body may be right,<\/p>\n

The inattention to the whole<\/p>\n

Leaves gaps in our insight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Just as the mediator should<\/p>\n

Not solve our problems by<\/p>\n

Descending bombs and missiles down<\/p>\n

To quench unfriendly fire,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The healer cannot fix sickness<\/p>\n

By simply cutting out<\/p>\n

The portion of the body that<\/p>\n

Has fever, fat, or gout.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For problems in the world cannot<\/p>\n

Be fixed by killing lives,<\/p>\n

And problems in our bodies need<\/p>\n

Much more than drugs and knives.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Frustrations and relations, time<\/p>\n

In nature or at jobs,<\/p>\n

The feeling that we\u2019re trapped somehow,<\/p>\n

Our life dreams have been robbed:<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How are these matters making us<\/p>\n

Unhealthy or unkind?<\/p>\n

Do they bring out the worst in us<\/p>\n

Or bring us peace of mind?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The system whole must be observed<\/p>\n

To see what causes what<\/p>\n

Or else the complications will<\/p>\n

Remain all tangled up.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For enemies, just like disease,<\/p>\n

Are symptoms: something\u2019s wrong.<\/p>\n

Repair what does provoke them and<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll build a friendship strong.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Across the sea in Mexico<\/p>\n

No woman would depend<\/p>\n

Upon her husband for her wealth<\/p>\n

Nor for her self-respect.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Each woman could afford to hire<\/p>\n

Help within the home.<\/p>\n

Poor moms need not tend children of<\/p>\n

The rich but raise their own.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Wayuu of Colombia<\/p>\n

Could live without alarm<\/p>\n

That families will be massacred<\/p>\n

With holes from bullet swarms.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

By men who from the government,<\/p>\n

Police and private thugs,<\/p>\n

Seize for themselves the coast for fossil<\/p>\n

Fuels and smuggling drugs.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And work for human rights in countries<\/p>\n

Like El Salvador<\/p>\n

Would not be targeted by groups<\/p>\n

Who profit more from war.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then in the mid-Pacific where<\/p>\n

The natives are in grief,<\/p>\n

Kept out of sacred land that is<\/p>\n

now navy property,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hawaiian native women would<\/p>\n

Return to visit land<\/p>\n

Of ancient gods and goddesses<\/p>\n

Test-bombed by US planes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The toxins in Pearl Harbor dumped<\/p>\n

As military waste<\/p>\n

Would all be cleaned so fish could breathe<\/p>\n

And beauty not erased.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In US stores we\u2019d witness rows<\/p>\n

Of magazines on racks<\/p>\n

Of women not in swimsuits showing<\/p>\n

pubic bones and breasts.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We wouldn\u2019t cover woman and<\/p>\n

Reveal only her eyes,<\/p>\n

Nor lay her bare for all to see,<\/p>\n

Cheap flesh, demeaning lives.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And all strip clubs would be stripped down,<\/p>\n

Their women given jobs,<\/p>\n

Positions of great dignity,<\/p>\n

Not work for two-faced slobs.<\/p>\n

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We\u2019d recognize that women whether<\/p>\n

Shrouded or displayed<\/p>\n

Have hearts and minds that are submerged<\/p>\n

In cultures\u2019 one-track ways.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And shackled wisdom of our land<\/p>\n

From cultures that were free<\/p>\n

Would resurrect itself, a gift<\/p>\n

For all humanity.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lakota mothers and Din\u00e9<\/p>\n

Would finally realize<\/p>\n

A family life without despair,<\/p>\n

Depression, suicide.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Full bonds with nature, spirit sparked,<\/p>\n

Again community,<\/p>\n

No disconnection with the heart,<\/p>\n

The spirit, mind, body.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With hunger gone, no poverty,<\/p>\n

The chance to regain rights,<\/p>\n

No need to turn to drink and drugs<\/p>\n

When meaning\u2019s back in life.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u221e\u221e\u221e<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On Mother\u2019s Day we\u2019d recognize,<\/p>\n

Confirm equality<\/p>\n

Between the genders, age, and class,<\/p>\n

At work, in families.<\/p>\n

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We\u2019d pay the waitress, teacher, nurse,<\/p>\n

And secretary, too,<\/p>\n

A wage much higher than those who<\/p>\n

Sell weapons, drugs, and fuel.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For weapons sales would be exposed<\/p>\n

As selfish business games<\/p>\n

To not resolve but push for war<\/p>\n

With profits as the aim.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And alcohol\u2019s dark role in death,<\/p>\n

So many homicides,<\/p>\n

Would firmly be acknowledged and<\/p>\n

Its sale not be advised.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We\u2019d help the homeless, feed the poor,<\/p>\n

And not expect one class<\/p>\n

To serve the needs of higher-ups<\/p>\n

While their needs pass unmet.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Our presidents, their spouses would<\/p>\n

Not sport designer dress;<\/p>\n

Instead they\u2019d pay a good wage to<\/p>\n

A hungry, poor seamstress.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And males and females would maintain<\/p>\n

Reciprocal respect.<\/p>\n

Girls would not hurt and put down boys;<\/p>\n

Boys would not girls reject.<\/p>\n

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The women wouldn\u2019t serve beneath<\/p>\n

The men in any church<\/p>\n

Or mosque or synagogue as if<\/p>\n

Their spirits had less worth.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yet women who are leaders would<\/p>\n

Gain power not because<\/p>\n

Their vicious qualities have replaced<\/p>\n

Caring, joy, and love.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For in the workforce people would<\/p>\n

Lead democratic lives<\/p>\n

And not be trampled by a boss:<\/p>\n

Cold tyrant, warm disguise.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For if we\u2019re a democracy<\/p>\n

But plod to work each day<\/p>\n

In fiefdoms of a monarchy<\/p>\n

With meager voice and pay,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How can we then experience<\/p>\n

The feeling that we\u2019re free,<\/p>\n

Where each voice is of value and<\/p>\n

We\u2019re cared for equally?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u221e\u221e\u221e<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On Mother\u2019s Day our care for kids<\/p>\n

Would not be thrown between<\/p>\n

The cooking, dishes, laundry, but<\/p>\n

Receive deserved esteem.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And raising children would be viewed<\/p>\n

As life\u2019s most precious role,<\/p>\n

Requiring endless love and time,<\/p>\n

A giving of the soul.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We wouldn\u2019t raise our children to<\/p>\n

Crave power more than love,<\/p>\n

Beat, scold, and dominate them to<\/p>\n

Instill a fear of us.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For how we treat them now will lead<\/p>\n

To future consequence;<\/p>\n

If we want loving adults then<\/p>\n

To start with us makes sense.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If we want men to love their wives<\/p>\n

We\u2019d better love our sons,<\/p>\n

And not raise them to hate themselves<\/p>\n

Without love, joy, and fun.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For if a boy learns to relate<\/p>\n

In terms of fear\u2019s control,<\/p>\n

He\u2019ll see no other choice but<\/p>\n

Domination when he\u2019s old.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Over his wife, over his friends,<\/p>\n

The pattern will run deep;<\/p>\n

He\u2019ll dominate all foreigners<\/p>\n

And those of other creeds.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If he learns that his status and<\/p>\n

His wealth are paramount,<\/p>\n

He\u2019ll only strive for power thinking<\/p>\n

Love and joy don\u2019t count.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u221e\u221e\u221e<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On Mother\u2019s Day life would be more<\/p>\n

Than time for work and chores:<\/p>\n

We\u2019d all have time for hobbies, pets,<\/p>\n

And for the wild outdoors.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We wouldn\u2019t split the family with<\/p>\n

Each member heading for<\/p>\n

A different job, a school, and<\/p>\n

Reuniting not before<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The gloaming when at last they come<\/p>\n

Fatigued from weary days,<\/p>\n

With little energy for love,<\/p>\n

No spark to laugh or play.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The schools would open later and<\/p>\n

Give children needed sleep,<\/p>\n

Instead of living days fatigued<\/p>\n

Like uncharged batteries.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Instead of tests and punishments<\/p>\n

Class sizes would be small,<\/p>\n

For learning grows when love has time<\/p>\n

To help scared kids feel tall.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With so much sadness, so much hate,<\/p>\n

The question should not cease:<\/p>\n

Should needs for academics so<\/p>\n

Eclipse our need for peace?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For while a core of knowledge can<\/p>\n

Do wonders for our world,<\/p>\n

There comes a point where more classtime<\/p>\n

And homework are absurd.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So classtime would be cut in half;<\/p>\n

The children could unwind<\/p>\n

And wade in brooks and skip some stones,<\/p>\n

Ride horses, jump, and climb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And those kids who prefer more school<\/p>\n

Could happily remain<\/p>\n

For teachers\u2019 help, class, clubs, and gym,<\/p>\n

A half-day freely gained.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But if the light of freedom is<\/p>\n

Snuffed out from children\u2019s days,<\/p>\n

Before too long the zest to care<\/p>\n

For learning fades away.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For while those lacking schools may have<\/p>\n

Much thirst to learn at will,<\/p>\n

When schools are overwhelming<\/p>\n

Overload can make us ill.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And while we pay much money to<\/p>\n

Insurance industries,<\/p>\n

We\u2019d probably have better health<\/p>\n

If things like this could be.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

On Mother\u2019s Day life would not be<\/p>\n

A selfish race for pay,<\/p>\n

For grades, for profits, numbers, but<\/p>\n

A time to care and play.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And on that day our children would<\/p>\n

Be more than cogs in wheels<\/p>\n

That turn the global marketplace<\/p>\n

And work for others\u2019 deals.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pursuing values that should never<\/p>\n

Be priorities,<\/p>\n

of militarized space, control,<\/p>\n

greed, wealth, and vanity.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For when demands on children and<\/p>\n

adults do prove too much<\/p>\n

and replace joy and love with stress<\/p>\n

our wisdom\u2019s turned to dust.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And while the bell curve\u2019s going up<\/p>\n

Our culture may seem sound,<\/p>\n

But when the excess leads to grief<\/p>\n

We plummet to the ground.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u221e\u221e\u221e<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then suddenly in Europe all<\/p>\n

The ancient toppled shrines<\/p>\n

Of Mother Earth the Goddess would<\/p>\n

Be righted, unconfined.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And Mother Earth would take her place<\/p>\n

Above all human beings,<\/p>\n

Not subject to harsh vagaries<\/p>\n

Of man-made deities.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We\u2019d recognize the beauty of<\/p>\n

The Earth without the stains<\/p>\n

Of human excavation, mines,<\/p>\n

And highways multi-laned.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We\u2019d shun atomic energy<\/p>\n

And fuels of fossils, too,<\/p>\n

Abhor their deathly toxins and<\/p>\n

Their ugly residues.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before invading Arctic lands<\/p>\n

They\u2019d ask us if it\u2019s wise<\/p>\n

To drill for fossil fuels that are<\/p>\n

The cause of melting ice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before constructing one new road<\/p>\n

Or store or parking lot,<\/p>\n

They\u2019d ask us if we mind yet one<\/p>\n

More shattered habitat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The population we\u2019d reverse<\/p>\n

The growth to smaller size:<\/p>\n

No Goddess would intend for us<\/p>\n

To live while all else dies.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With Mother Earth as Goddess we<\/p>\n

Would fervently exclaim<\/p>\n

That land is much too beautiful<\/p>\n

To spoil and profane<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With bombs and blood of those who in<\/p>\n

War\u2019s unholy pursuit,<\/p>\n

Believe their cause is nobler than<\/p>\n

The Earth that they pollute.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The painting of the mother with<\/p>\n

Tears streaming down her cheeks,<\/p>\n

Who bravely hugs her son goodbye<\/p>\n

To play war\u2019s drumming beat,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We\u2019d paint that over to reveal<\/p>\n

The wisdom of her heart<\/p>\n

In knowing that her child should stay<\/p>\n

And not for war depart.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sons would not be conscripted nor<\/p>\n

Be registered for war<\/p>\n

to lose the very freedom they<\/p>\n

allegedly fight for.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To serve in war by force within<\/p>\n

A nation labeled free,<\/p>\n

Enticed to register with offers<\/p>\n

of college degrees,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Is lower than a nation proud<\/p>\n

Should shamelessly descend<\/p>\n

While undermining promises<\/p>\n

Of freedom in the end.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For what true good can come of war<\/p>\n

If it recycles hate<\/p>\n

And falsely teaches lessons that<\/p>\n

Our foes deserve their fate?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If we learn that the enemies<\/p>\n

Are lacking in remorse,<\/p>\n

Our conscience never pricks us when<\/p>\n

We kill with total force.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If we learn that the enemies<\/p>\n

Cannot be understood<\/p>\n

And that we would not be like them<\/p>\n

If in their shoes we stood,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then we won\u2019t know a Mother\u2019s love<\/p>\n

For all her children round.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll never learn the view from in<\/p>\n

The sky when looking down:<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Upon us all, our faults and strengths,<\/p>\n

how we antagonize<\/p>\n

Each other and then claim we\u2019re right,<\/p>\n

The other misaligned;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To see all of our weaknesses<\/p>\n

As faults to meet with love,<\/p>\n

To see through hatred to the fear,<\/p>\n

And through that to distrust.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If children cheat, use drugs, or lie<\/p>\n

A mother still can see<\/p>\n

The goodness in them and just why<\/p>\n

Such problems are conceived.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To kill or stun with taser guns<\/p>\n

Just escalates the stress,<\/p>\n

When what the victim needs the most<\/p>\n

Is love and peacefulness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To bomb them, hate them, does no good;<\/p>\n

It\u2019s better patiently<\/p>\n

To kindly guide them to the sun,<\/p>\n

For they have faults like we.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To bolster war, believe in hate<\/p>\n

Is blasphemy to Her,<\/p>\n

The Mother Earth the Goddess who\u2019s<\/p>\n

Now crushed beyond all words.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes, cards and flowers mean so much,<\/p>\n

But it would mean much more<\/p>\n

To share a planet where love reigned<\/p>\n

And beauty, joy, not war.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Until events like these arise<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll know that Mother\u2019s Day<\/p>\n

Is shallow consolation for<\/p>\n

A world not gone Her way.<\/p>\n

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Kristin Y. Christman is author of <\/em>The Taxonomy of Peace. She has degrees in Russian and public administration from Dartmouth, Brown, and the University at Albany. https:\/\/sites.google.com\/site\/paradigmforpeace<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A poem about women\u2019s rights, violence against women, equality, economic and political equality, mothering, school, work, environment, and, of course, war. It is about an ideal, truly meaningful Mother\u2019s Day, not an on-the-surface-only Mother\u2019s Day. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-58013","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-format"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58013","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=58013"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58013\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=58013"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=58013"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=58013"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}