Up all night, a mothers pacing
from day to day. . . what’s she facing?
Her thoughts, boomerang with worry
and worry comes right back at her, in thought!
If she’s not looking at the whole
she’s weighing pros and cons
If not, seeking out her soul
she’s waving magic wands!
She tosses, she turns
yet, sleep won’t come!
No little sheep
she can’t count on one!
Her gut feels tied
her heads all busy
Her hearts in her ears
and her spirit’s all dizzy!
Up all night, a mother’s pacing
hour upon hour
her thinking’s racing
. . . around a track in her brain
She wants to go insane!
"Lock me up and let me sleep!", she screams
"Take me away to the meadows and sheep!"
She gleams!
But, I hear them crying in the night
When their faith turns into fright
and fearing for their children
Bewildered.
Up all night, every,  ticking,  minute
Seconds turn into eternities
of darkness, so, she prays. . .
She prays. . .
Up all night, every waking moment
She’s a mother. . . and its in her make-up
the black mascara dripping down her face
pace. pace. pace. . .
Up all night, a mother’s pacing
from day to day, hour upon hour, every ticking minute, every waking moment
the forever seconds...she beckons. . .
sleep. . .
sleep. . . sleep. . .
sheep. . . ?

"Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world
have mercy on us
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world
have mercy on us
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world
grant her peace. . . "

Now, sleep. . .sleep. . .sleep. . .

Copyright 2008
Kimmy Van Kooten