THE MOTHERS HEART

THE MOTHERS HEART

She begins he journey,

At the days first night,

Scrabbling all morning,

For her wombs’ delight,

Through the hills she treads,

With bare hands and feet,

Where thorns do stead,

She bares roses in fist,

With hearts joy,

She rushes to her fruits,

Baring roses of her toil,

That they yearn the goods,

But to her dismay,

And total shock and dismay,

With folded arms and noses high,

They turned away,

“Be gone oh mother!” they turned to say,

“This is nothing but dirt, mud and clay,

“Go fish for what not spoils away”

So off she goes all hope and strength,

To land below at valleys end,

Where piranhas gather at the sparkling brook,

There did she fish for diamonds nook,

With pure delight she ran to her dear,

With diamonds so bright it brought back tears,

But still they shook their heads in a mould,

“This is hard stone and cold,

“Get them soft cushion and warm”

Miserable she set out,

Again with not a shout,

Over the mountains with the steep plains

Searched high and low,

For the first clues glow,

Then an idea struck,

So hard her feeble bones shook,

With bleeding hands and wounded feet,

She found home with gritted teeth,

“Back so soon” said those she loved,

“Before the first rays of the moon”

She stabbed at her chest,

And brought out her chest nest,

With her last breath she gave each a piece,

“No dirt, no mud, no clay or spoils,

“As soft as pillows, warm as milk,

“Keep with you and leave forever”  

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Me
My family
My community
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