To the mothers who inherit a name greater than sons and daughters, Happy Mother’s Day.


Hannah had her 


in cycles


infinite loops 

of the same death

sentence: you

will never be a mom


are a barren stump


always period.

never a comma. 

a period.

no exclamation. 

But blood led Hannah 

to worship, though wordless

her life His


Apparently periods aren’t periods

in the hand of God

life soon swam inside

and Hannah’s song

echoed history’s halls

and Mary’s mouth, the Magnificat 

filled the mother of Messiah

he was a barren stump

cut off before bloom

no descendants, doomed

to death sentence


But on a bloody, barren tree

became fruitful womb

birthing children 

from every nation

filling the mouths 

of would-be moms


a more magnificent song:

“By His blood

I am the mother

of many sons and daughters

By His blood 

I am honored

both child and mother


Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon's articles, poems, and spoken word videos have been featured on The Gospel Coalition, Risen Motherhood, Journey Women, Fathom Mag, and The Witness: BCC. She resides in Tampa, FL with her husband Jon and beautiful, three-year-old daughter. Quina's first children's book, Love Made, is a poetic retelling of the creation story that highlights God as the Trinity, humans as His image bearers, and children as a delightful gift.

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  • Lorin Killgrove says:

    I heard this for the first time tonight on the Advent Concert by The Gospel Coalition, and I just wanted to say thank you. As someone who has struggled with infertility for almost a decade, the beauty of these words and the freedom they imparted really spoke to me. So thank you for sharing your talent and words with the world.

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