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.


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