MY POOR POOR CHILDREN

I am the mother that

Suckled you my poor poor children

And today the red sun rises over love

And the warmth burns over both hunger

And the man and the woman who dance

And lovers touch excited with passion

And the warmth continues to burn as

Children born and aged cease

So my poor poor children

Welcome home

For my tears were like rocks thrown at

The moon

And I, I am only the sand and the need for

Love and to be loved which is both my

Greatest weakness and strength under

The flowing river of life

And a red rose is picked for a young

Lover’s heart while a pink rose is placed

On freshly turned earth and the cycle that

Is forever continues unbroken as life is

Love my poor poor children

The rains flood and feed as I cast my net

On the blue peaceful waters to touch your

Hand my lover on the shore where I first

Beheld your eyes, where our bodies were

Bound together as the stars are fixed

To the skies

My poor poor children I am

The spring from whence you

First arose and today the

Red sun rising brings the

Warmth that burns over love