My name is Mother
Imagine I have five kids
I learn as they grow
Each one
Is a different fruit
My love goes under
A test
Seeing each one
Opening his or her
Own country
Some picking flags of love
Some picking flags of upsets
Bringing them together
Has not always been easy
But as they turn into parents
My shoes are better understood
Their shoes begin to hug a universe
Of Our Creator
Imagine I have five kids
I learn as they grow
Each one
Is a different fruit
My love goes under
A test
Seeing each one
Opening his or her
Own country
Some picking flags of love
Some picking flags of upsets
Bringing them together
Has not always been easy
But as they turn into parents
My shoes are better understood
Their shoes begin to hug a universe
Of Our Creator
No comments:
Post a Comment