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Skipping ahead he avoids cracks
as not to break my mother's back -
head bent low upon his task, his concern dear.
My hand yearns for the warmth of his,
to have him safely by my side -
A mother will always protect her child
even ones that are wild
for it matters not if they are blood or not
for the true bond will bind them together for which they sought
The trees on land come fom the roots underground.
A baby is born under the tree,
where the branches fold and cover the baby and the mother.
The birds sing a loving song and the air whistles around them silently.
The first feeling of warmth I felt
Came from you
Nurturing me from day one
Though, the milk came from a bottle
and I spit out the pacifier every time
I smiled whenever I saw you
I can not live without my tree
She is all I need.
She is bold, as the stories have told.
She stands tall and never lets me fall.
As I sit in this room today,
I see a bright futures of
Doctors that will find a cure for cancer
Lawyers that will participate in the trial of the century
Do you believe in me?
The child would ask its mother
Of course I do honey!
Well sometimes I just wonder.
Do you have faith in me?
It lacks the sound of your beating heart,
rather, there’s no beat at all.
Where was my mistake?
It lay somewhere between
conception and damnation.
The names I have picked out for you are now just
A Mothers Journey
At conception a mother love them.
At birth her pangs are strong and everlasting
But, she bares them.
A child takes all her time
What list exists which might decree
All that has been done for me?
In the dark, before a single memory
I had a name and love and a family.
Storms yet came; weathered and tore
