A MOTHER'S SONG
The honeyed morn,
that you were born…
my heart was filled with ache.
I saw Ginkgo’s morph to gold,
I saw eyeballs curdle cold.
You nursed as though,
don’t go, don’t go,
this pulse is all I know.
You’ll know, my love, soon, my love,
where beauty lives with brute.
All winter through,
I heard you coo…
My heart I thought would break.
There were snowflakes sailing high.
There were mourners heaving cry.
You squirmed as though,
don’t go, don’t go,
this warmth is all I know.
Stay sweet, my love, you’ll know, my love,
where laughter lives with loss.
In springtime drip,
I watched you flip…
My heart began to quake.
There was sparkling morning grass.
There was oozing poison gas.
You rolled as though,
don’t go, don’t go,
your help is all I know.
Stay close, my love, you’ll know, my love,
where flourish lives with fear.
The muggy day,
I watched you sway…
this day I could not take.
I saw Graylings launch release.
I saw gunmen rob our peace.
You sought as though,
tip-toe, tip-toe,
this world I want to know.
Play near, my love, you’ll know, my love,
where freedom lives with fright.
One morning quest,
one filled with zest…
my heart began to wake.
I saw salty sea waves crash.
We had to make a dash.
We had to row.
With waves below.
We barely got to go.
We’ll find, my love, a place, my love,
where sunsets live with safe.