Wide-hipped Mothers and Wives

My mother was a wide-hipped woman.  So is my wife.
They have cuddled me in the clouds of their bodies.
All of my life exists in their bigness, broadness, grandness.
All of my imagination cribs in the jiggle of their arms embrace,
the wide outlines of their curves, the soft pillow of their stomach.
I am grand because their bigness, beauty and  kindness is wider than the
 world and vaster than  the sky and the very  shape of everything in my life.