A mother smiles, through her cheers,
her child is thriving, safe and happy,
views Life through freedom’s eyes,
sees opportunity and adventure…
she continues, striving,
to give her light to her child.

A mother smiles, through her tears,
her child is starving, cold and dying,
watches her with beggared eyes,
sees veils of darkness lowering…
she continues, lip carving,
to send her love to her child.

A mother smiles, through her fears,
her child surviving, burnt and armless,
blasted memories shine in his eyes,
sees bombs dropping from darkened skies…
she continues, contriving,
to give some hope to her child.

A mother smiles, through the years,
her children arriving, grown and lessoned,
maternal melodies glow from their eyes,
they see hope and embrace the circle…
she continues, thriving,
weaving Time’s children’s Lives.

Erin Moen
5/11/03
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